I’m in Ohio!
But first let me tell you about last week.
I met up with my ready-made friend again for some food and drinks, then we got some beer and went to Ben Franklin’s house.
I got some new collage apps, and since all these pics were crappy anyway here’s a random experiment. We also saw Herman Melville’s house along the way to the South Bank.
The first pic is of him opening our bottles on a street light post. Number one party school grad – he’s got all the tricks. Then we were a bit concerned about walking around with open bottles of beer. I’ve seen lots of people do it London, so I assumed it would be fine. We ended up seeing some police and got worried, so I shoved the bottles in my jacket.
Nothing happened in the days between then and me getting on my plane for Ohio!
I hate to be the person who complains about airplane food (because who doesn’t?), but this was so bad. My cheese and turkey sandwich looked like it had smallpox, and then when I put on the mustard it came out looking like a mushy yellow dog turd with a Mr. Whippy point on the end.
After that I couldn’t decide whether to call it “smallpox sandwich” or “turd sandwich.” I had to motivate myself. “Only 10 more bites and the turd sandwich will probably be finished.” I had to eat it since I didn’t much breakfast.
It came with turkey that looked like it had been taken out of a Lunchables box, so I peeled those slimy things off and left ‘em on the tray. The dessert and chips were good!
My first meal was labeled “Breakfast A.”
The lady said she didn’t know exactly what was in it, but it turned out to be a plain omelet with the honest-to-god saddest sausage I’ve ever seen. It looked like a mushy, wrinkly penis and I actually felt like gagging when I picked it up to move it off the tray.
There was no way I was going to eat yogurt, and also I don’t eat apples, so I ended up with a breakfast of sliced potatoes and a croissant.
When I got home I met my parents’ new kitten, Jazpurr. He is ADORABLE.
As you can see from the below picture, I travel in COMFORT. I wore all my gym clothes. On the airplane I went through the security curtain and used the business class bathroom because it was closer. The last time I was waiting in line, the flight attendant walks up to me and says, “Excuse me, miss. Are you from Economy?”
Me: “Ummm … yeah.”
Her: “Would you mind using the toilets at the back of the plane? These are for business class only. Thanks!”
The only difference between business class toilets and the toilets for people in my class of society is that the business class toilets have running water that stays on for a period of time. In the economy toilets I had to use my foot to hold down the faucet so water would flow out and I could actually wash my hands. Once I figured out the foot trick I felt like I’d won something over on the airline. Got around their little trick to save money and water.
After that I went to pick up my Air Force Marathon goody bag, and got really sad because I was supposed to be running this morning. I’m supposed to be running right now! I decided to not even bother when I could feel my knee hurting yesterday as I was running through the airport to catch my connecting flight.
Because of my sadness I had to go get a pumpkin spice latte and a basket of fried pickles. Cheered right up!
My mom had a 75 cent beer in a frosty mug.
Funny picture of my mom talking about how she doesn’t understand hashtags on Twitter.
Later we had tons of pizza and went to Dairy Queen for chocolate sodas. Karen’s boyfriend ordered a SMALL ice cream, and this is what he got. I don’t even think something this size exists in England!
Well, I’m off to a food market downtown. See ya later!