On a plane now, to San Francisco. I have this little laptop and my mind is soothed by the light and the color. I can dream things. No one is here to bother me.
There is a snappish woman on this plane who befriended a hipstery 20-something and told him all about how she wasn’t trying to cut in line, really she wasn’t she promised…
The man in the seat in front of me has the Tasmanian devil embroidered so it looks like it is leaping from his shirt pocket. He has gray roots so it looks like someone took a bottle of white-out to his part. The rest is brown.
The woman next to me is sleeping, with her shoes off. She is pretty, maybe Indian, asleep doubled over onto her coat.
I want to do a podcast. I like this idea. We could do it via telephone, just call into to somewhere that will record.
I am going to attempt to get some sort of cocktail on this flight. I don’t know if it will work. I’ve never done it. The thought is staggering. Alcohol? On a plane? What a nutty idea.
Where do people get their drink coupons? I don’t have any. Where did they get them. SAD.
Above row one.
You must remain at your seat.
Remain at your seat.
Jack and ginger. Super cheap. 4 dollars!
Ok I’m totally buzzed. This is amazing. I’ve never been buzzed in a plane. It is so GREAT. It’s like you’re already all fuzzy and floaty and then You Can FLY.
Holy crap I can’t believe I’ve never done this before. Next time I’m bringing lots of 3 oz bottles in my carryon and getting tanked. I could get a cheap ticket to somewhere close and just turn around and go back again.
WHAT A MODERN MARVEL. Listen up, world. I totally recommend this.
Also this computer is the perfect little size for the meal tray on a plane. It can fit right next to your drink.
Ok i might be drunk. I can’t tell. I’m too tipsy to discern.
Remember those books with the white pen that revealed stuff, that you could use on car trips? THOSE WERE GREAT.