The Day So Far

LAURIE: Is it my imagination, or is it really, really hot in this plane?

ME: *is a skeleton buried in sand, with a vulture over my chair*

LAURIE: I guess it's not my imagination. And we're only over Boston!

LATER...

ME: Well, Drezzer, here we are in swinging London. Happy to be on your native soil?

DREZZER: This isn't swinging London, this is Heathrow Airport. We might as well still be in the U.S.

ME: Eh?

LEONARD: I did notice a suspicious lack of Brits, here. I've heard people speaking French, I saw a trio of Japanese kids speaking German, and had one guy ask me in a very thick but unidentifiable accent where to find the lavatory.

DREZZER: Exactly. Heathrow is our first line of defense in keeping the rabble out.

ME: Hey, man I was invited to come here.

COMFORT: EEEEE! Look at the little Paddington Bears in Tower Guard and British Bobby uniforms! So CUTE!

DREZZER: That's precisely the sort of rabble I mean.

COMFORT: Hey!

LATER...

ME: *at the airport lounge area* I wonder where Kyyanno is?

KYYANNO: *at airport arrival gate* I wonder where Gneech is?

LATER...

ME: I really need a shower!

SHOWER: *totally doesn't work*

ME: I really need a bath!

LATER...

CONFUZZLED OPENING CEREMONIES: *are awesome*

CONFUZZLED BARBEQUE DINNER: *is also awesome*

ME: I think I'll post to my LiveJournal!

HOTEL WI-FI: *totally doesn't work*

ME: Or maybe not.

LAMAR: *fixes it*

THIS POST: *is posted*

ME: Woohoo! *stays up people watching for another hour so, then collapses into a long-overdue sleep*

-The Gneech