Sooooo I am in Germany for Spring Break. I'm here for Lutherans, and it's incredible, but we're not starting at the incredible part; we're starting at the beginning.
So Spring Break started for me on Thursday afternoon. I packed my bags at breakneck speed, and hoped against hope that I was prepared to be in a foreign country for a week. We took what was essentially a school bus with an unusually interesting driver (he basically spent his time talking to us advertising for Cat’s Cradle, which is a fascinating example of media overlap [is bus driving a media? Doubtful.]) on the torturous 3 hour road to Charlotte. This was nothing, however, when considering the plane ride that we were about to undertake.
9 hours is a long time.
It is SUCH a long time.
So nothing extremely eventful happened between arriving in Charlotte and getting on the flight, except that I ate pizza. It was delicious. Here is an example of just how subjective the definition of “eventful” is on this blog. ( MY WHIM IS LAW)
Then we boarded our plane to Frankfurt. I am in a group of 50 Lutherans, which you can imagine would be quite rowdy all together on a plane. Sadly for us, the plane decided to split us up a bit in hopes of keeping our volume down.
It worked. Rather than yelling and screaming to everyone else the entire flight through, me and my lcm neighbor flew much like we would if we were separated from a huge group of people. (It was her first flight, so of course I knew turbulence and landing were going to be much scarier and stressful than I remembered them being before.)
I had my laptop charged and I planned on getting homework out of the way on the road, but you know what they say about “the best laid plans”…. Actually I have no idea what they say but I assume that it ends negatively. Inform me if it is otherwise.
So there I am, contemplating what to spend my 9 hour trip observing. They seemed to have a good selection of movies, and I hadn’t figured out the trick to those stupid headphone jacks, so I spent 5$ on a crappy pair of airplane headphones. They had both Social Network and The King’s Speech available, and this marvel of Oscar-winning content excited me to end.
Unfortunately, I didn’t remember that movie watching on airplanes is the most inconsistent and low quality experience there is available in terms of sub-par observance of media. (Besides listening to your ipod while you wrestle down pigs covered in filth.) [I hope that isn’t hard to follow.]
So after 15 minutes of The King’s Speech, I gave up and decided to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks 2, but in Spanish. I enjoyed myself immensely. (surprisingly, Alvin and Simon are actually pretty easy to understand; it’s Theodore whose squealing Hispanic speech is hilariously incomprehensible.)
TO BE CONTINUED
