Lately all of my adventures begin in the middle of the night and require a pit stop in New York.
As has become the routine, I take my window seat and prepare to sleep a wee bit. A young blonde in a track suit is sat next to me and, next to her, a man in his 60s with a camera. As he starts chatting it up with her and showing her pictures I close my eyes and ears in an attempt to sleep.
Throughout the flight I would wake to find they were still chatting and viewing pictures. At one point, they were discussing how it actually felt like a Friday night. “I’m retired, so every night is Friday night,” he told her. “I’m a writer, so every night is Friday night,” she replied. Hmmmm. I’d like to be retired and a do a lot of posting (aka ‘writing’ on facebook). As The Leaver would ask, “What does it mean?”
We arrived in New York and, as everyone was getting ready to deplane, track suit told the man, “Now you can go home and tell your family you spent the night with a young, hot blonde.” He responded with the look we all have when we realize we spent the night with the wrong person – like your cousin. Don’t judge, keep reading.
Joining me on the flight to Chicago was the St. John’s soccer team. As they were taking their seats one of the players was telling his mates about an exchange he had with another mate. “I was like, ‘hey dude -what’s up’, I went all Spumoni on him.” Spumoni, Spicoli. What’s the difference?
As the flight progressed, Spumoni started talking about his cousin. “She is so hot. I can’t wait to see her,” he gave a good Spicoli laugh and then finished it off with, “Anything goes in the South.” Cousin, girlfriend, girl in the track suit. What’s the difference?
This kind of reminds me of DDDG’s first trip to NZL. The only ‘happy ending’ on that flight was hearing (weeks later) that the guy who wanted to put his smooth moves on DDDG was found guilty of inappropriate behavior towards others. Serious – the dude was seriously making unwelcome advances towards her. The AirNZ hosts/hostesses took notice and he was welcomed by the Kiwi “boys in blue” upon his arrival. Of course, I, out cold on Ambien, missed the whole thing.
Speaking of which, with our upcoming trip just 4.5 weeks away, do any GrigioGirl readers have a few extra 10mg tabs? I’m without good health insurance at this time….
Wow! That is super creepy – I’ve never sat by anyone that jacked.
I appreciate that you are using the blog to score drugs – dork! Let me know how that turns out. Wish I was joining you in New Zealand.
Yeah, it would be fun if we had you along! You wouldn’t want to come back! Wasn’t there a line in the movie “The Hangover” about inappropriate behavior on an airplane?
I would not want to come back! You might not want to come back yourself:) I believe you are correct about The Hangover. Lovely, lovely film.
area man has a hot cousin. rather, several hot cousins.
but, sadly, they only have one hot cousin. area man.
this can be translated one of two ways.
a) area man got all the good genes.
b) area man has an inflated sense of self.
either way, my cousins have a hot cousin. at least from over here…
One hot cousin is better than none. I think you may be right on both counts. Sorry I didn’t respond sooner – I was on a date with my hot cousin.