My Husband, The Princess.

Or, Is that your butt on my thigh?
Or, My love/hate relationship with the fat man

As promised, here is my travel story...

"We" had a 9:30 am flight out of Zurich. So, working the timeline backwords I had to get up at 5 am (yeah YOU think that's early, what about me?). Five am is before most people go to sleep in Kansas (10pm) BAH!

So, my flight left at about 9:30, had a layover in Amsterdam (no there wasn't enough time to 'explore' anything) and then took a 1:30 flight to JFK where I met back up with Kyle about 3:30.

Kyle, however, got to take a direct flight from Zurich to JFK in business class where he munched on cavier and champagne watched movies still in the theatre and dozed on the sofa that Swiss Airlines calls a seat.

I, though, took a toy plane from Zurich to Amsterdam. Seriously, I think I saw the pilot get out of the plane to wind the propeller before we left.

In Amsterdam I walked by the in-house casino (but couldn't go in because I didn't bring any Euros with me) on my way to my next gate. It was PACKED. so I sat on the aircontioner for about an hour before they let us go through security that was specific to that gate. Once through security I got to sit on the floor again and wait for them to board the plane. We bored late because the plane wasn't clean.

Once on the plane I got a pretty prime spot. I had a second row aisle seat. Close to the bathroom at the front, first in line for food. I sat down and got settled in then came Fatty McGee. He and his wife sat in my row and their 2 kids sat right behind them. I swear this guy was about the size of Budah and his wife was rather skinny. He sat next to me and decided that half of my seat needed to be his. His wife even got into the action when she started standing on her seat, sprawling out across her husband, and at one point even climbing over the back of the seat to her kids. Even half way through the trip this guy tries to raise the arm rest between us so that his flabbiness has more room to breath. UM NO!!!

You know, I understand that some people are larger than others (I know I really shouldn't even be talking since I'M larger than most people). But, if I buy a seat to something I want to be able to freely use all of the seat that I paid good money for, I want the leg room that is in front of the seat, and the head room above it. I am more then willing to share but if you try to take it from me you will receive a fight for it...

When Kyle and I fly together in 2 of the 3 seats in a row we try to kinda scootch together as we don't really mind rubbing thighs with eachother but it still creeps us both out to rub thighs with strangers. Most normal US citizens (as these 2 said they were) would do the same as I've watched it happen over and over. This guy just about sat cross legged in his chair...

Oh, and the best part about this guy was that every 1/2 hour he was page the staff and ask for 2 Heinekens - one for his wife and one for him. His wife didn't have a drink of anything the entire trip - he was baked (or at least should have been).

So my flight gets in about an hour late. Poor Kyle had to sit in the cushiness of JFK airport while watching AirWolf on DVD.

By the time I get off the plane I can't breathe anymore. I work up with sinus pressure and 18 hours later had turned into the worst cold, ever, in the history of the world. Sounds hurt, light hurts, moving hurts...

We take a towncar to our hotel about 35 minutes from the airport. Stop, go, stop, go, stop go. Once we get to the hotel we drop off our luggage but have to leave IMMEDIATELY otherwise we'd fall asleep at 5:30 (or 11:30 Zurich time). We make our way over to the mall across the street to eat at PF Chang's, one of my favorites. Finally about 9 (3 am Zurich time, I'd been up for 22 hours) we allow ourselves to pass out on the bed. Of course we both wake up at 2 am for a little snack and then for good at 5 am. We're slowly adjusting to the time difference (I still don't let Kyle go to bed before 9 no matter how much he bitches and moans about it) and should be super ready to do it right when we get to KC!

Oh, and this makes 100 posts! Yeah me!