Traveling to Paris

I have to write this down as separate entry all together because it was quite silly.  Luckily for me, my ears didn't do the whole pressure plugging thing for two days together like last time I came over here.  Anyways, I had a safe trip from Minneapolis to Philadelphia.  I didn't have much of a layover while I was in Philly so I knew from my previous experience that I had to rush to my gate leaving for Paris because the international flight gates are a long ways away from the regular ones.  I hadn't eaten anything other than a scone from leaving MSP earlier in the day so I grabbed a pretzel and a bottle of water before boarding the plane.

My flight went smoothly except for when I spilled each of my drinks on me and the nice older French gentleman sitting next to me.  I had apple juice with dinner and then near the end of the whole thing reached up to grab my cup, but bounced my hand on the TV screen on the seat and front of me and ended up spilling my juice all over myself and him.  He said, "no problem! They're just jeans luckily!" I apologized profusely.  He seemed like an all put together traveler anyways because I remember glancing over at his tray and the garbage from his airplane meal was all nicely stacked and put together.  I then looked over at my own heaping and disorganized pile and finally realizing that I had to do something... that's when I spilled the juice.  Nevertheless, I thought it would only happen once.

Usually after the meal, those accustomed to traveling overseas know that it'll be 8:00 in the morning when they arrive and need to get some sleep.  I snuck a couple of Benadryl while my friend went to the bathroom and was able to sleep for a couple of hours (I think).  It's very hard to sleep on a plane no matter what.

Waking up, we were served a pastry and a beverage.  I took a glass of water and a cup of coffee, just like my friend.  I reached to grab my glass of water and this time dumped the full thing all over myself and my friend yet again.  He didn't get too wet, but I used the blanket that the plane gives out to wipe up the mess, keeping a close eye on my coffee.  He laughingly said, "You'd better be careful in France!  I'm just glad it's not the coffee."

Thanks for being such a good sport, my friend!  I'm glad I didn't spill the coffee either.  I ended up arriving in Paris on early Friday January 6th, 2012 (at about 7:30am).