Never Leave Your Wingman
Oh what an exciting Saturday night. I've turned down all invitations, including the one from my brother and his new girlfriend who showed up at my house with a bottle of wine lookin' for a good time. I declined but, I'm sure they've found one on their own.
I just got back from London last night and my boyfriend left for Glasgow on the same flight I came in on. I met him in the airport, in my uniform - oh la sexy! It actually was (except for my Eau de Boeing) ... but then it was a little bit scandalous as well. The outbound crew - the ones working his flight to Scotland, were all there as well and there were introductions all around and the In Flight Service Director (ISD) said he'd upgrade him to First if it wasn't full. It was nice to see him before he left for a week and a bit. I had missed him a lot and he evidently missed me. Ahhhh have you puked yet? Well, suck it up because he hasn't called me yet and I know he got in this morning. Fucker.
So here I am binge eating Toblerone and watching Top Gun. What a great movie, back when Tom Cruise was totally hot yet still gay as a picnic in Paris. It's interesting to watch this movie and think about what Tom Cruise has become... a complete and total weirdo. Not only that but you can see how short he is and all the little tricks they've employed to disguise his height. Always walking ahead of people, yet shooting it to look like they are side by side..... he's really cute in this movie though. I used to have a mad crush on him when this came out.
I can't remember the last thing I wrote about but since then I've traveled a bit more. I spent some time in Manchester over Easter and it was a great, great, fantastic time. I was there on Good Friday and my friends took me to some crazy Easter parade in the town square
http://media.guardian.co.uk/site/story/0,,1695198,00.html
Which was insane, and it just so happens that Manchester United drew nil nil with Sunderland that same night. We were all absolutely pissed from watching the match in various pubs all day and then my dad called in the midst of this parade and had a quality football related conversation with the boys - none of which I remember and come to think of it, I don't think my dad really remembers it either. After the parade we staggered on to a few more pubs and ended up somewhere deep in the heart of Manchester at some styleeee brit rock n' roll type bar. When I switched to water, I eventually sobered up enough to realize that I am a flight attendant and had a flight to operate the next MORNING! at 3am, I asked one of the boys to get me back to the train station so I could get the train back to my hotel. One of them obliged and we miraculously hailed a cab out front - that never happens in Manchester and I got back to my room just before 4am. I woke up at 6:30 am still drunk - bad news for me and my budding career as an alcoholic flight attendant. I drank half the water in England, ate a box of wheat thins- box and all, downed a few Advil and tried to sleep a few more hours to no avail. Somehow, all that worked and I was sober by the time 10:30 rolled around and I was the first one in the lobby -bright eyed and bushy tailed. I worked the 10 hour flight back to Vancouver and it remains one of my most favourite flights ever. And most expensive excursions to date... the drunk dial from my dad and the subsequent drunk dial to my boyfriend when I was on the train managed to increase my bill by $210! Blew my entire per diem on phone calls.
Anyway, I most recently got back from London which was pretty uneventful. I was just so tired from the weeks before.. I've not slept more than 4 or 5 hours a night for the last little while. Just with work, and going out and spending time with my new boyfriend. So, I didn't even go into town, I just went to Tesco, bought some milk, cereal, couscous, pita bread and some yogurt. I had a drink with the pilots, went back to my room, watched Vorderman's Big Brain Game and passed out for 13 hours. YESSSS! Woke up, flew home, met Calllum in the airport, made a out a bit, had a tea and came home. SO, here I am, wide awake and writing about nothing of interest.
I am going back to Manchester on Wednesday with one of my good Canadian friends and we will no doubt meet up with our Manx friends and trouble will ensue. After that I'm off to London for 2 weeks which will include a luxury lunch at Lindsay House http://www.lindsayhouse.co.uk/ with my friend Adam and an opportunity to watch the Chelsea parade - what's with the Brits and their parades? and then some shopping, a trip to Brighton and possibly a trip to Manchester to meet up with two of my girlfriends who will be there the same time I'm in London. SO there you have it, the illustrious life of a flight attendant. It's actually pretty fantastic and I love it. I love prancing around the airport in my uniform, I like interacting with the passengers, I like telling ghost stories in the back galley, I like being paid to go on holiday 3 weeks of the month. I like having my nails done in Vancouver, I like having sushi in Vancouver, I like the themed rooms in Manchester, I like the haunted hotel in Glasgow, I like BBC News, SKY Sports and iTV. I like being months ahead on Coronation street and I love being paid to be at the top of the Eiffel Tower cuz I've got nothing else to do.... What I'm most looking forward to is when my travel benefits kick in and my friends and fam. can all travel for free whenever they want and they can also come with me on the flights I'm working.
I should probably try to sleep... warm milk? Sleeping pills? bah... damn you Toblerone!
Also, how the hell does Tom Cruise wear that leather bomber jacket throughout the entire movie? It's 110 degrees out there, it even says so in the script! Pffffft.
Ok.. I've got to sleep. Before I go though, I'll leave you with some questions from Vorderman's Big Brain Game.
Q: How many bricks does it take to complete a building made entirely out of brick?
Q: What part of LONDON is in SPAIN?
Q: It's in Chair but not in Couch, it's in School but not in College?
GO!
Bonsoir.
xoxo Coffee, Tea or me.
I just got back from London last night and my boyfriend left for Glasgow on the same flight I came in on. I met him in the airport, in my uniform - oh la sexy! It actually was (except for my Eau de Boeing) ... but then it was a little bit scandalous as well. The outbound crew - the ones working his flight to Scotland, were all there as well and there were introductions all around and the In Flight Service Director (ISD) said he'd upgrade him to First if it wasn't full. It was nice to see him before he left for a week and a bit. I had missed him a lot and he evidently missed me. Ahhhh have you puked yet? Well, suck it up because he hasn't called me yet and I know he got in this morning. Fucker.
So here I am binge eating Toblerone and watching Top Gun. What a great movie, back when Tom Cruise was totally hot yet still gay as a picnic in Paris. It's interesting to watch this movie and think about what Tom Cruise has become... a complete and total weirdo. Not only that but you can see how short he is and all the little tricks they've employed to disguise his height. Always walking ahead of people, yet shooting it to look like they are side by side..... he's really cute in this movie though. I used to have a mad crush on him when this came out.
I can't remember the last thing I wrote about but since then I've traveled a bit more. I spent some time in Manchester over Easter and it was a great, great, fantastic time. I was there on Good Friday and my friends took me to some crazy Easter parade in the town square
http://media.guardian.co.uk/site/story/0,,1695198,00.html
Which was insane, and it just so happens that Manchester United drew nil nil with Sunderland that same night. We were all absolutely pissed from watching the match in various pubs all day and then my dad called in the midst of this parade and had a quality football related conversation with the boys - none of which I remember and come to think of it, I don't think my dad really remembers it either. After the parade we staggered on to a few more pubs and ended up somewhere deep in the heart of Manchester at some styleeee brit rock n' roll type bar. When I switched to water, I eventually sobered up enough to realize that I am a flight attendant and had a flight to operate the next MORNING! at 3am, I asked one of the boys to get me back to the train station so I could get the train back to my hotel. One of them obliged and we miraculously hailed a cab out front - that never happens in Manchester and I got back to my room just before 4am. I woke up at 6:30 am still drunk - bad news for me and my budding career as an alcoholic flight attendant. I drank half the water in England, ate a box of wheat thins- box and all, downed a few Advil and tried to sleep a few more hours to no avail. Somehow, all that worked and I was sober by the time 10:30 rolled around and I was the first one in the lobby -bright eyed and bushy tailed. I worked the 10 hour flight back to Vancouver and it remains one of my most favourite flights ever. And most expensive excursions to date... the drunk dial from my dad and the subsequent drunk dial to my boyfriend when I was on the train managed to increase my bill by $210! Blew my entire per diem on phone calls.
Anyway, I most recently got back from London which was pretty uneventful. I was just so tired from the weeks before.. I've not slept more than 4 or 5 hours a night for the last little while. Just with work, and going out and spending time with my new boyfriend. So, I didn't even go into town, I just went to Tesco, bought some milk, cereal, couscous, pita bread and some yogurt. I had a drink with the pilots, went back to my room, watched Vorderman's Big Brain Game and passed out for 13 hours. YESSSS! Woke up, flew home, met Calllum in the airport, made a out a bit, had a tea and came home. SO, here I am, wide awake and writing about nothing of interest.
I am going back to Manchester on Wednesday with one of my good Canadian friends and we will no doubt meet up with our Manx friends and trouble will ensue. After that I'm off to London for 2 weeks which will include a luxury lunch at Lindsay House http://www.lindsayhouse.co.uk/ with my friend Adam and an opportunity to watch the Chelsea parade - what's with the Brits and their parades? and then some shopping, a trip to Brighton and possibly a trip to Manchester to meet up with two of my girlfriends who will be there the same time I'm in London. SO there you have it, the illustrious life of a flight attendant. It's actually pretty fantastic and I love it. I love prancing around the airport in my uniform, I like interacting with the passengers, I like telling ghost stories in the back galley, I like being paid to go on holiday 3 weeks of the month. I like having my nails done in Vancouver, I like having sushi in Vancouver, I like the themed rooms in Manchester, I like the haunted hotel in Glasgow, I like BBC News, SKY Sports and iTV. I like being months ahead on Coronation street and I love being paid to be at the top of the Eiffel Tower cuz I've got nothing else to do.... What I'm most looking forward to is when my travel benefits kick in and my friends and fam. can all travel for free whenever they want and they can also come with me on the flights I'm working.
I should probably try to sleep... warm milk? Sleeping pills? bah... damn you Toblerone!
Also, how the hell does Tom Cruise wear that leather bomber jacket throughout the entire movie? It's 110 degrees out there, it even says so in the script! Pffffft.
Ok.. I've got to sleep. Before I go though, I'll leave you with some questions from Vorderman's Big Brain Game.
Q: How many bricks does it take to complete a building made entirely out of brick?
Q: What part of LONDON is in SPAIN?
Q: It's in Chair but not in Couch, it's in School but not in College?
GO!
Bonsoir.
xoxo Coffee, Tea or me.