The flight pretty much went off without a hitch. We arrived at 11:30 with way too many clothes packed. There was no way I was carrying all my gear without a cart. After a short line up we were able to check in and I was able to get the coveted window seat, without even having to play the “I have Bipolar, I MUST sleep the entire flight and leaning against the window is the only way this will happen” card. Once we boarded I became anxious about taking my meds in time to be able to wake up in Frankfurt, so I took them before dinner with STRICT instructions that Dave wake me for the meal. Why, I don’t know because I think airplane food is the raunchiest thing ever, it shouldn’t even count as food and I had no plan to eat it anyways!
Well, he was good on his word and woke me up. Oops. Bit of a mistake. I was owly and becoming just a little agitated, included yelling at the people behind me for requesting I put my seat upright while they ate. What nerve! I took more meds and ended up sleeping the rest of the way to Frankfurt. Dave advised me that he will never wake me up for a meal again. Period.
As soon as we got off the plane in Frankfurt I could smell smoke. Halleluljah! We bee- lined it for the smoking area. This is not some stuffy room. These are just parts of the walkways where you can smoke. NICE! We then bee-lined to two different bars for beers and more smoking. Go Frankfurt!
It was then back on a plane for a short flight down to Faro. No problems. Since I had been getting a bit agitated in Frankfurt I took some more meds and slept for the duration of the flight.
Needless to say, I was well rested and feeling good when we arrived at our villa! Moral of the story: Drug up people. Drug up!
Oh, I must also mention that as you board Lufthansa, there is a long table full of newspapers and magazines free for the taking, so I scored a New Yorker. You would have thought I won the lottery. Dave chose Details. As you can see we are on two completely different intellectual levels!
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