Funny Things...

Happen on planes. And mixing in an all-nigther = recipe for HILARITY of the most delicious kind.

BUT before we get on the plane, lets just tuck away in our pocket the episode / process of Erika (sans sleeep) remembering to bring everything to the airport. Everything. Underwear, check. Passport, check. scissors, check. Two extra toothbrushes, check. Plane ticket, .....plane ticket....check...? I mean I have this confirmation, that's the same right? What? It's not!? Well look me up, you have proof I bought it yes? Ok well then--what?? Where the hell are we if not in the future where these problems are solved by magical things like the internet and Bill Gates? (Last time I checked, books written about the future are getting close to thier sequels: shoutout to 2010: Odyssey Two (original title)). Where is my ticket you ask??? Shoot, no, it can't be, wait, yes....it is..... In Berkeley.

Ticket....uncheck.

Plan of action

1. Cancel Air Tahiti ticket (SUCK MY BALLS AIR TAHITI) (though je heart STA cancellation policy)
2. Buy new plane ticket (via STA, et oui, j'heart STA encore, o la la)
   
3. Kick Air Tahiti desk (plan to go back and see the dent I made)
4. Kiss my family until they are sore for helping me and not giving up on this spaz of a daughter
5. Take mandtory final picture of now "happy" family (Ingrid is SO pissed off right here) haha.
   
6. Board new plane with a bunch of (beautiful) germans and head to Paris via Frankfurt

YES, back to the point. Funny things happen on planes, starting with prior to take-off a sleepy slightly hungry Erika decides to open a packet of Trader Joes nuts. Oh so gently she tears the package, except ability to be gentle?......nonexistent on no sleep. NUTS EVERYWHERE. It was like a bad porno (too soon?), and there wasn't even the "oh! but it was uh, the air pressure?" excuse to blame. So, (reverting to first person) I quietly shuffled the nuts under nearby seats with my foot, while noshing on the ones that had fallen in my lap, and making stupid "eh....? He he...? My b?" face to the Germans who surrounded me with expressions of a corssbreed between confusion and scowling.

Lets also point out how great falling asleep on planes is. BECAUSE IT IS. Reason 1: So when the Germans sitting next to you get up to use the bathroom, you sit back down, and in the <5min that passes slightly doze of/clock out entirely until BOOM. Jolted awake with three blonde faces fill your frame of view, with the flight attendent tapping your shoulder uttering "Euh..Miss? Miss?" Reaction Naturale = "Bah!#!@!, Ah! I mean, What? I mean, one second, I'll get up." The next few moments go into interpreting that same confusion +scowling expression while also noting that before being prodded awake (ew) I was most DEFINATELY sleeping sitting up with my head tilted back and my mouth open......classy.

Reason 2: Meals. I have come to the realization that in spite of my human appearance I am actually a og and will wake if a meal is placed before me. Pas d'exceptions. RING THAT PAVLOVIAN BELL SUCKAS! And by ring that pavlovian bell I mean push that little cart full of plane / TV dinners, sauf (Except) une probleme, post dinner food coma, oh yes please, I'll have a cup of coffee....mmm coffee... but wait, it's too hot, I'll just wait a second for it to--KERSPLASHLE ( sound of me simultaneously waking up and seeing my hands thrusting forward to knock over full cup of said coffee). Dreamland why? Under what crazy dream circumstances would I need to thrust arms forward? Was i rescuing a baby? was it worth it? Or was I just doing a crazy dance?

Like I said, Hilarity.
Also. here this is the phone booth as some german plane taker left it. there were 20 mini snickers wrappers. I wonders if he knows they actually sell normal sized snickers. he might die from excitement.