So flying has never been one of my favorite things to do. Don't get me wrong, I've been flying multiple times a year for my entire life, and I love the destinations I fly to, I just get very anxious for whatever reason. Anxiety is definitely normal for me but it just escalates the few hours before I board the plane and while I'm actually on the plane. Don't get me wrong, I understand that the likelihood of something bad happening and living a version of Lost, are slim to none. Maybe its just the thought of flying in a giant heavy metal tube thousands of feet up in the air and not knowing how it actually stays up there that freaks me out...
Anyway onto the point of this post...
June second my friend Meg and I were getting ready to head off on our European adventure. We were so excited, knew what we wanted to do, had some things planned out and others we were just going to wing it. I wasn't feeling anxious at all while we were waiting to get onto the plane. This could have been due to a few things:
1. I though I lost my passport as we were going to check in.
2. I took some NyQuil to make myself pass out.
3. We couldn't stop talking (about god only knows what) so I had no time to think about it.
To be honest, I can probably blame my lack of anxiousness on number two of that list. so blah blah blah they are calling the groups to board the plane, no we weren't in first class... we just graduated from college and are poor as eff until we start our jobs on July 1.
So we find our seats in business class with the rest of the normal people. As we were shuffling around trying to get ourselves comfortable and organized, I just happened to look up and see two totally chic women walk by and take the seats behind us.
As the plane took off, I was reading on my iPad while listening to music, Meg was listening to music and the ladies behind us were chatting away. As the flight went on I dozed in and out of sleep until they came by with our "dinners". Meg and I decided to get some wine with our dinners... I don't need to give anyone an explanation but I will anyway.
1. Why not...
2. Why not...
3. We were going to the land of wine anyway so WHINE NOT start early.
As we were chatting and enjoying our crappy airline dinners with some wine, the women behind us were clearly a few drinks deep at this point. Meg and I got more wine and the ladies behind us asked the stewardess for more champagne... Much to their disappointment the stewardess didn't think they had anymore but she went to look anyway.
Since I can talk to a brick wall and these ladies seemed nice enough, I decided to just turn around and tell them that I hoped Meg and I would be like the two of them one day, just jet setting, laughing, loving life and maybe being drunks. They ended up loving us and clearly we loved them. We ended up talking for a large amount of time, what did we talk about... well here is what I can remember of it.
We went over the basics of where we were all going and why. They were going to Milan, Rome, Venice and so on because they do it every year and since they are architects they go and take a class in Rome. After we told them where we were off to they gave us some great tips on places to go and what we can skip (thank god). They were happy for us that we decided to do a trip like this after college instead of getting straight to work. They both have kids, one has twin boys who also graduated this year. The other has a son and daughter, she pretty much jumped out of her seat when she found out I just graduated from Gettysburg. Turns out her son went to Gettysburg, he was an ATO bro and graduated a few years ago. She was telling me all about how cute and fun he is and smart and blah blah blah. She then decided to take a picture of me (you know I always look my best in my lazy ass travel clothes) so she could show her son "how beautiful and smart I am"... I didn't understand it either.
We kept talking and asking for more wine, were we drunk... yes. Eventually one of the stewardesses told us we were being rude and loud... We think were fun and no one else was being drunk and fun with us... their loss.
These ladies were awesome and so chic. Both were wearing all black with great simple jewelry on. And you know they never travel with expensive things so they only had their Hermes belt and one Hermes bag with them... each. What are their life goals... by 80 they want to be good at tennis and they want to be tour guides at the Roman Forum to Asian tourists. To top that off they want to have neon lipstick on that they clearly know they cant pull off.
Yes we traded contact information and have been emailing back and forth...
Until next time... XOXO J
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