bumpy start to a great time

I am typing this as to not feel like a worthless piece of crap for sitting on my couch all day convalescing. Football watching has been a nightmare due to my unfortunate allegiance with a certain team and my mood has been piss poor from the time our plane touched down this morning. The real reason I writ this is I don’t want to lose the story from our trip out on Friday.

This was by far the worst flight in my long history of air travel. Prolonged extreme turbulence had me making a legitimate barf plan. There were no tiny little bags to be found so I was torn between vomiting in my backpack or just opening up my shirt and letting fly. The shirt was winning because I didn’t want to unpack my bag filled with stuff I didn’t want to ruin. My thought was puke in the shirt. Upon landing head immediately into the bathroom and throw it away. Take a quick hobo bath and change I had a rain jacket in the bag so I could have warn that until I made it to a shower.

I wasn’t the only one as we could have formed a pale and sweaty club all trying to twist and will more air to come out of the overhead vents. During this panicked state I heard two people at the same time yell OUCH! I looked to my left and the elderly women who looked a lot like sisters were both holding and rubbing their heads.

Seated in opposite aisle seats they had to lean in close to communicate and this was not the flight for that. These two tough old birds would not learn and a couple minutes later they were both yelling and touching their now tender skulls. Two more times after that during this 20 minute roller coaster ride they yelled out and by the end of the torture I was trying to politely bring up the subject of CTE.

Once we hit dear sweet land the world began to right itself and I ended up having a great time. Hard to not when you are spoiled by your friend’s club level season tickets..

Even though we were technically sitting outside no rain touched us under the canopy. And if it did we could just go in to the club itself and watch the game. Our tailgate even got raised up a notch with the addition of a plastic bubble tent.

One of the top drunken impulse purchases I have ever witnessed this thing kept us warm and dry and even got us photographed by random passersby. Ignore that bucket of poison on the ground because I am right now. I think I need to shift back into vegetation mode. Sorry Molly, Go Blue.