I love to travel, but I dislike greatly getting up at 5:00am for a 6:45 am flight. But everything went just fine getting to the airport this morning and I am grateful. I am presently writing this en route probably somewhere over Pennsylvania, this original draft being written on the back of my e-ticket,(no laptop for me). I have come to enjoy writing with a passion.
There is a very lively group of middle age women on board with us. They all have the same tee shirts on and they are all very "happy" to be going to NYC. Presently they are singing their version of "New York,New York". I like Frank Sinatra's version much better. It is apparent they have had a "few" drinks. It is 6:45 am for crying out loud. The sweet thing is, at least they are on the back of the plane and we are one row away from 1st class. Yes!
It is now 1 1/2 hours into the flight and I finally hear silence in the back of the plane. Either someone has asked the "ladies" to give it a rest or they passed out. Either way...makes me happy!
You must have a sense of humor to participate in mass travel. I just turned my head to the left and my seat mates face was 2 inches from me. I could have kissed this lady if I was so inclined, but wasn't. I did hold hands with the guy to my right.
Well, we'll soon be making our descent into the big city. Gonna make my way to the restroom. I asked the flight attendant if I could get up because the seat lights have been on the entire trip. She said yes, but it was "at my own risk". So, OK I'm thinking, if the plane goes down you'll find my body somewhere around seat 6B,the lavatory, or...perhaps the 30,0000 feet below!
I am going to cast all caution to the wind and make my way to that bathroom!
Blessings, peace, all good,