I left the overcast city of West Hollywood yesterday at 3pm. David, good friend of mine, drove me to the airport and we got there about an hour earlier. The line for British Airways was simply insane, but it was the only way to get my boarding pass.
It didn’t take long before I accepted the fact that I wasn’t going to be done anytime soon, so I decided to start reading the play we’ll have to perform at school in a few weeks. When I got to the end of act 1, a sudden realization struck me. Someone had been murdered somewhere between pages 1 and 25 and I didn’t know anything about it! o.O
I blame the uncomfortably over tanned, orange skinned, 50 year old skier dude who was standing ahead of me wearing really tight jeans. Tight as in “OUCH!”, not the cool kind of tight.
Anyway, I was surprisingly able to get my ticket, check in my bag, buy some food and get to my gate in time for boarding. We took off at 6.30 pm, at 6.45 I took control over the 5×6 inches screen and played Star Trek (I hadn’t seen it yet, it was on my endless list of movies that I wanted to see but never had the money to pay for.
I devoured my meal within seconds, and put together a playlist that included Paolo Nutini, Dave Matthew’s Band, Muse and others that I was expecing to play while trying to fall asleep.
The first two songs that played were Paolo Nutini’s Coming Up Easy and Funny The Way It Is..that’s all I remember.
And the awful coffee they served us for breakfast. That I remember. I think someone must have switched the tags of the jugs they use for coffee and tea. I saw people drinking that tea and it was darker than my drink. A hue that doesn’t belong to tea..Enough said.
Once in London, the inspiringly friendly and supportive staff of the Heathrow airport revealed me that not only I had missed my connection, but all the airports in Milan had to be closed down because of the snow. Not to worry though, I knew instinctively what to do.
I found a spot in the line and stood there for another hour.
Needless to say, by the time it was my turn, the airports had opened and another flight was scheduled for 3.45pm.
I made my way through security, christmas trees, cars and an infinite number of tourists, mostly Asians with enviable cameras.
This is when I finally board for the last f*cking time. Yeah I was pretty upset by then.
I found the most uncomfortable seat on the plane and we had to wait for more than an hour for the guys in Milan to authorize the plane to take off.
The flight was ok, but the only bag I had checked in had gone missing; they should deliver it in a couple of days.
I should probably get some rest now, I’m starting to hallucinate because of the lack of sleep and the different time..actually, I’ve been doing it for a while now 
Peace
