Now this is first-class, people. I grew up on Yokota Air Base, then moved back to Hamamatsu when I was 27. I have flown round-trip from Japan to Washington, D.C. so many times I have lost count. Flying was a novelty at first. Eventually it just sucked. I envy people who can pass out on airplanes, peacefully sleeping upright while layered in scratchy blankets, oblivious to the coughing, crying babies, roaring engines, and endless chatter...
So this is the plan: get John and my closest friends together, rob a bank, and buy tickets to Tokyo where we can live off the kindness of my contacts overseas (because we'll only have about 37 cents left over after buying the Emirates tickets). It's hard to case the joint with 2 cranky toddlers though, so I could use some help...
1 comment:
rose petals? champagne? your own little bitty drawer?
are you sure this isn't the honeymoon suite?
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