Written in Minnesota...
It's the airport that never ends
Yes, it goes on and on my friends
Some trav'lers started walking through not knowing what it was
And they will keep traversing it forever just because
It's the airport that never ends...
So the flight started off okay -- as y'all can tell, I found out that hey, internets are available! However, I started feeling not so great -- and not just because I had to type like a praying mantis.
As per usual, a number of factors contributed: travel anxiety, the crimson tide, lack of sleep, cramped quarters*, the ungodly heat, the different foodstuffs people brought aboard with them, and the little brat directly behind me who kept kicking my seat.
For the second time in the entirety of my flying career -- and keep in mind that I've been flying since I was eight weeks old -- I had to reach for the barf bag.
However, my record remains intact despite that. I have never once thrown up on an airplane.
BOO-YEAH.
And I did momentarily forget my nausea at one point during our descent. We cut through the clouds and into open space and the world beneath us was covered in snow. <3 I'd almost forgotten what that looks like.
As I type this now, at 12:49 PM Central, it's snowing. And sticking. <333 Minnesota is beautiful, y'all.
I do feel much better, by the way.
The best part, of course, is how I managed to keep myself from vomiting. Some people count backwards, some people eat licorice. Me, I just kept going through the Magnificat in my head. Apparently John Rutter can keep me from vomiting. Go figure.
Good thing I didn't have Fences stuck in my head.
*Though I do have to say that I didn't mind being pushed up against the handsome black gentleman on my right. Sadly, he was gay. Ah well, flirting is not very effective when you're trying your best not to throw up.)
Yes, it goes on and on my friends
Some trav'lers started walking through not knowing what it was
And they will keep traversing it forever just because
It's the airport that never ends...
So the flight started off okay -- as y'all can tell, I found out that hey, internets are available! However, I started feeling not so great -- and not just because I had to type like a praying mantis.
As per usual, a number of factors contributed: travel anxiety, the crimson tide, lack of sleep, cramped quarters*, the ungodly heat, the different foodstuffs people brought aboard with them, and the little brat directly behind me who kept kicking my seat.
For the second time in the entirety of my flying career -- and keep in mind that I've been flying since I was eight weeks old -- I had to reach for the barf bag.
However, my record remains intact despite that. I have never once thrown up on an airplane.
BOO-YEAH.
And I did momentarily forget my nausea at one point during our descent. We cut through the clouds and into open space and the world beneath us was covered in snow. <3 I'd almost forgotten what that looks like.
As I type this now, at 12:49 PM Central, it's snowing. And sticking. <333 Minnesota is beautiful, y'all.
I do feel much better, by the way.
The best part, of course, is how I managed to keep myself from vomiting. Some people count backwards, some people eat licorice. Me, I just kept going through the Magnificat in my head. Apparently John Rutter can keep me from vomiting. Go figure.
Good thing I didn't have Fences stuck in my head.
*Though I do have to say that I didn't mind being pushed up against the handsome black gentleman on my right. Sadly, he was gay. Ah well, flirting is not very effective when you're trying your best not to throw up.)