Visuals/Trekking - Mile High Club

Rather, it would be grand if it were the story instead of this inexcusable pictorial example of boredom. *groan* I rarely get this bored on a flight. (and for the record, this was the first time my boredom drove my playing-with-the-camera to taking a non-descript pic of inside an aircraft.) There is only so much you can do after enduring Where the Heart is and In Her Shoes THREE FREAKING TIMES EACH. (And that's after I've actually watched the good ones also three freaking times each, and no, even after several re-reads of an entire size-edited issue of International Herald Tribune that felt like a NY Times in disguise and flipping through Patten's new autobiography ~props to him - the man can diss!~, I can't subject myself to Friends reruns.) This particular manifestation of boredom only came about b/c prior to this flight I was in a 2 week coffee - and more notably, espresso - drought and once I stepped aboard and the flight attendant approached me with the carafe of fresh-brewed Starbucks......dreamy exhilaration ensued! The champagne was brushed aside and I embraced the sweet enticing nutty aromatic fresh coffee with much verve. Hours later, when everyone else was zoned out post-stuffed corn-fed chicken breast, post-Kaiseki, post-multiple drinks and like me, exhausted the entire entertainment selection, I was still kicking around in my lazy-boy. I couldn't read anymore with tired eyes and my brain was numbed by multiple renditions of Natalie Portman doing a southern accent but my body screamed out the opposite. Damn sweet yummy soothing coffee...

And of course, the letdown came kicking me in my sweet arse later when the layover was too short for for any soul-saving sleep and I found myself stumbling onto my connecting flight and into a sleepy stupor immediately. That would have been soul-saving if we didn't touch down just after AN HOUR. That was just cruel. Poor me.

(In case you were wondering, I do have a story behind most photos I post up)