planes, trains and shut the hell up ...

k, you all feel bad for joel cuz he has to sit in a plane for THREE hours. i would like to draw you to a few points.
1# (or#1): joel is 5 foot nothing. i am 6 foot something. get it? if not, i dont fit in sits. like literally.
#2: joel has one simple journey of three hours, then home. i have a nice 8 hour plane ride. not to home, but to europe. then i have like 8 hours there to do NOTHING but sit around and be bored [mind you drunk] in a freaking airport. then i get on another 8 hour plane ride. fun? joel's got nothing. now i have to do this twice. there and back, and i used to do it three times a year.

when i finally get to this place called home which really isnt home, i stay for 4 days, then leave. mind you, i do have one thing going for me. ALL THE FREAKING FREE BOOZE in the world. literally. but you cant really be drunk for 30 hours straight. that would be very painful. so some sobering up time is a given, which is never fun on a plane.

now, let me give you this advice. if it takes you 1 beer on earth to get you drunk, it takes one sip on a plane, if it takes 5 beers, it takes 2. man that shit hits you hard. i'll drink ONE beer and be slighty buzzed. where as while on the mother land i can drink ... 5 or so before being buzzed.

damn leg fell asleep. wake up damnit. ohhh well dont really need it anyways ...

so yeh. i dunno why i am up so early. ohh right. my sister called me. and i cant get back to sleep. and no one is on MSN right now. so i choose to blog. la de da. i think i am off peoples. no more sympathy for joel's not-so-craptacular 3 hour plane ride which he fits much better in then me.

now, i will give joel some credit. because a lot of the time i fly, it's on business. NO my parents dont pay. its called being a loyal customer and they upgrade me. yay.