For all the security they make you go through in the airport, you'd think they'd check the in-flight movies for bombs. They took my nail-clipper set and frisked me because the metal detector dinged, but the second I slid into my seat they were playing 2001: A Space Odessey. I have never ever been so bored in all my life ever. The only interesting part was the whole problem with Hal, the computer. Everything else just dragged on with no point and no story. I almost screamed "BOMB!" in the middle of the flight. Fortunately, I came prepared. They hadn't taken my handheld TV set from me, and that was the only relief I had the entire trip.
Oh, forgot to explain. I still had one more present to talk about, but I kind of forgot to write about it because it couldn't be wrapped. Kip worked out a whole travel plan for me since I've been spending too much time on my island. So while the lions I bought do their work, I'll be eating the best chocolates and cheeses to be had in Paris, taking in the sights, and generally playing the part of tourist. It'll fun pretending to have less money than I actually do, because people won't really notice me then. I'll see how people who aren't rich tour Paris for myself, except when I'm eating. And sleeping. Hotels and restaurants aren't places I'm going to skimp on.
Maybe I can bring back some recipes for Fr--no. Not saying that name. Haven't been able to stop saying it in my head these last few days, I'm not going to start it up again.
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