Dia Uno

On June 16th we boarded an Air France plane headed to Paris. Kylee and I find our seats, which just so happen to be in the buttcrack of the plane, aka the very back! We are seated next to these two mid fifty year old women, who were clearly technilogically challenged. For example, one of the women needed my assistance putting in her earphone... But anyways, they were extremely nice. The plane ride began with turbulance, and it practically NEVER ended during the whole nine hours. This was not a normal experience, not at all. Kylee and I were clutching on to eachother for dear life. I must confess, I was even holding a vigil in my seat. I was convinced we were about to plunge into the Atlantic Ocean to face our deaths. Obviously the constant jolts kept Ky and I from catching any sleep, even though we were flying over night. So while fearing for our lives, we sat giggling, trying to make light of the situation. As we were doing this, the plane hits an unexpected air pocket, startling the ditsy lady sitting next to me. The woman FREAKED. Let me paint the picture, she had been awoken from a deep sleep with her eyepatch on, a blanket draped over her head, and arms flailing. Of course, delirious as we were, Ky and I died laughing. This scene of caught the attention of the enormous eyed Indian woman who sat across the isle. Let me preface the fact that this Indian woman NEVER stopped staring, it was as if she was a part of every conversation, though she just sat there wide-eyed. Anyway, I can't even capture the hilarity of the flight, but obviously my prediction about my death wasn't fulfilled because I have lived to tell the story, thanks be to God. And trust me, on Day 2 the laughs roll on.