Sleepyhead In Flight

8:50 AM Western Pacific- My dad calls with a groggy voice I hadn't heard in a long time. To add onto an already hectic morning, he tells me to wait for him to come to our house to say goodbye before mum takes me to the airport. He says he only just woke up because they got back late from their important business meeting in Vegas. My mom gets mad & my sister is ambivalent.

9:10 AM WP- Dad arrives frantic to see his daughter before she leaves. Furious Mum from dad's presence forgets to be nervous and controlling and annoying and bossy. Sunglasses obscuring his tired, damaged eyes, mouthwash disguising the state of his teeth, baseball cap covering his graying hair, and a clean set of clothes all to hide the fact that he was not ready for the day because of the night before. But he was dressed as best as he could to say goodbye; sad attire for sad occasion. Does he not know he did this to himself? Age is beginning to show on his body, and its already suffering the consequences. Again with this. And again, I am the only one who gives him my sympathy for trying.

11:00 AM WP- LA traffic wasn't that bad this morning, so w didn't have to rush out the door after all. US Airways have this fast electronic self check-in everybody needs full assistance on. What the fuck is up with that? Why are we replacing humans with inefficient computers? Is it cheaper? Really? Is it better? Turns out, my flight got delayed. I'm not flying out of LA to Philadelphia to Frankfurt to Geneva. I'm flying out of La to Philadelphia to LONDON to Geneva. Heathrow Airport!

12:30PM WP- Goodbye wretched LAC. Goodbye Mommy. I know you care, and I know you worry because of my mistake, but I can't breathe when you're taking away my air. Goodbye sister. Goodbye Daddy.

6:00 PM WP / 9:00PM Eastern Atlantic- 5 hours later! I've never been to the East Coast, did you know they have lights? I saw a baseball stadium that looked like an illuminated castle with a full parking lot for its gigantic moat. A hour later I'm leaving for London, where I will sit next to this adorable Italian tourist and his family who didn't know English. He said salut when I sneezed.

3:00 AM WP / 11:00 AM London Time- The weather is NOICE, muggy gray blanket blocking out the sun and keeping in the beautiful gloom. I later found out it's actually a little humid in the UK, and I actually never stepped outside. I'll be here for 3 glorious hours looking like I need a shower! I hate US airways, they have shitty food that isn't provided with the service, and they have shitty service. Cathay Pacific spoiled me. Heathrow Airport is NOICE. They've got duty free designer labels here: Prada, Gucci, Coach and Dior, oh my! Too bad American money isn't worth shit here.

5:00AM WP / 1:00 AM London Time- Stuffy leather-like seats sitting around the cutest english accent I've ever head in a British Airways plane. I couldn't stay awake even though we were passing over London, the Channel, and Paris. In my head I kept telling myself, it's almost over, your troubles are behind you. I didn't know they chase after you so quickly, and I didn't know the new ones that were coming.