The Lost Day

I left for Thailand at 11:15am on Thursday April 3rd. I walked out of work early and of course they just couldn't find a sub for me. So of course they made my para work by herself, which makes me feel bad and stresses me out. I had barely finished lunch when I got a call that one of my lovelies had gotten into a nasty fight with another tough girl and ended up punching my para in the chest who was trying to get in between them. I hadn't even been gone for 30 minutes!

I misplaced Friday April 4th en route to Bangkok. Damn that international dateline! The day is gone, poof! Amazing that every long grueling international flight is exactly the same. I spend most of my time thinking of inappropriate things or deep subjects. Boredom. Some things never change and I'm still afraid of the loud delayed flush of an airplane toilet. I also get grossed out thinking about how some people do it on planes. The mile high club is not sexy, it is claustrophobic disgusting-ness. Also I always seem to get bloated on flights, which I hate, and then I burp, which I usually don't do on land. Yuck. I spend most of my time watching the large map screen change from screen to screen that has random statistics and our plane's global position. Ten and a half hours of staring at it from Seattle to Tokyo. Plus I had an extra bonus this time. I sat next to Mr. Snuffles who is perhaps thee most annoying quirky man on the face of the earth. He snorted air out of his nose in rapid fire succession the whole friggin trip! It was so bad that snot hit his personal tv multiple times and he had to wipe it off with his napkin. I couldn't stop fantasizing about killing him. I, at most got about ten minutes of sleep even with my new self inflating pillow, eyemask and ear plugs. This is in contrast to me zonking out for 90% of the 8 hour flight from Tokyo to Bangkok. I attribute it to sitting next to the sweetest older Laotian lady. Well that and the fact that I took hella strong pain pills instead of the anti-inflammatory that I intended to take for my achy sprained foot. I was high as a kite the whole damn flight. I started day dreaming about Asia, how amazing it is, yummy Thai food and of quitting life and becoming a wandering but very happy vagabond. My pain pill high eventually ended in me feeling like I was about to puke. But I lucked out and didn't have to experience the doggie bag for the 1st time. I took another lovely big fatty nap and woke up to the realization that I did not bring the hotel address. Woops!