Plane to London

We’re (finally) on our way to London! The woman in front of me’s carry-on was a full bed-set (including duvet). Her coat is wrapped in cellophane tape. My seatmate is a soft-spoken Kenyan. We joked about starting our own shop on the plane. He also said that the “soothing” pre-flight music makes the plane sound like a Chinese restaurant (I feel like everyone’s been very “soothing” lately…).

            Kyle sits across the way. Our movie selection is changed to “Young Victoria” and “The Vow” (which Kyle predicted would be our movie way back when it was released), and some episodes of “Parks and Rec” and “Community.” Not realizing that there’s a channel-changer (duh), I thought that there was a malfunction when all I heard was classical music when I plugged my headphones in. Kyle seemed really into it, which I was confused by until he clarified. He thought that was hilarious (“You thought I was into classical music?”). Breakfast: fruit plate, cheese and crackers, and an omelet-thing with potatoes and unidentifiable white-stuff. I traded Kyle and got double fruit plate as the main dish was gross and stone cold in the middle.

            About 40 minutes until we land. Dinner was a “pizza” and salad. The pizza crust was rock hard on the outside and doughy on the inside. Airline food: F+. [Edited to add: Kyle recently informed me that once people saw me pass my food to him to finish off, they began passing him theirs as well. I don't know if it was, "Poor kid's starving!" or "Well, at least he'll eat this garbage" or a combination of both. But it's hilarious.]

            My Kenyan seatmate had shrouded himself in an airline blanket. He recently emerged.

            Excited to be landing. Let’s see what “adventures” this airport holds.