I left the good ol' USA on October 4, 2009 after spending the day in a beer garden of my hometown of Manhattan Beach. I said my goodbyes to all- friends, family, school teachers, volleyball coaches and of course the dirty ex-boyfriends. As we pulled up to LAX, the last words I heard my mom utter were, "Please don't do drugs in Asia, you will end up in prison. Just like that movie Brokedown Palace". That was the last thing I heard my lovely Mother say.
As I walked up to the Virgin Atlantic counter, I tried to hold back my sniffles and tears, a beautiful woman (in an sexy Australian accent of course) asked me if I was moving to Australia. As I nodded my head yes, she said, "I think you deserve to be moved to business class- you are sooo tall, it must be hard in a normal seat to sit for so long".
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!
I secretly jumped for joy and wanted to high five the security guard but had to hold back my cheers and squeals for the sake of airport security. I walked on the plane and remembered a little blue pill my mom had snuck into my pocket from our neighbors the doctors. AMBIEN!!! I tillted my head back and swallowed it whole. I knew 14 hours was gonna be a whole lot better with the help of business class- complementary champagne, foot massages, warm towels, heck- they probably even have fortune tellers wandering throughout the aisles for all I knew! I was upgraded for the first time ever! I grabbed my seat and sank down into the plush and cushy seat, extending my 37 inch legs without any obstruction. AHHH, it felt marvelous! The kind old woman next to me started chatting me up, asking why I was headed to Australia and what I would do there yada yada...but for some reason (it could of been the beer garden mixed with goodbyes) but I felt my head nodding and the next thing I know.....
I am being nudged awake asking what I wanted for breakfast! I HAD SLEPT 12 HOURS STRAIGHT! I completely missed all the perks of business class and even misplaced my little welcome basket. FAIL.
But, I still made it safe (and VERY sound) to bloody Melbourne Australia. This is where my journey begins...
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