As with I every flight I've ever taken to Europe, this one included a group of 40+ high school students on some kind of organized trip. But something was different about this group. While there was the handfull of girls talking over one another while surrounding the cutest boy in the group trying to win his attention, the screeching and typical immature comments common of youth traveling abroad these days was kept to a minimum. Lucky for me, I ended up being completely surrounded by these teenagers on the plane, who I later found out was a group of high school seniors from all over the country headed for a 10 month exchange program all throughout France. Yes, in deed the difference was these kids weren’t just going for a 2-3 week long social vacation, they were actually going to experience the culture, history and learn something! (I’m one to talk…I went to Australia my senior year and returned with 95% pictures of my friends and 5% pictures of the scenery. Not to mention didn’t actually attend any classes.)
The program actually seems pretty cool. It’s an exchange program through Rotary. As I said, it’s a 10 month program, family and friends are discouraged to visit during this time so not to disrupt the emergence into a new culture, and it cost less than $5000! (So said the one girl sitting next to me from Oklahoma.)
So back to the flight. As I was boarding I immediately recognized the flight attendant greeting passengers and guiding us to our seats as the same flight attendant on both of my flights to and from Paris last month. He actually almost snuck me into first class on the return flight if another flight attendant didn’t adamantly stop us by a snappy “excuse me…we don’t do that”. So after breezing through security I’m feeling in a friendly mood believing it had to be a sign that this was going to be a good flight, so I stop at my old friend and tell him I’m beginning to feel like a regular, because I remember him from my previous flights. He must have felt special because he smiled ear to ear and while he tried to start up a conversation, I didn’t want to be that person who holds up the line so I just smiled and kept walking.
My seat on the other hand, is the only negative part of the flight. I’m in seat D on a plane that has seating in 2 4 2 layout, which means I was in the middle of the middle. (With giddy high school girls hitting on the guy in the pink button down in the row behind me).
Dinner and drink service begins, chicken or pasta, and after eating half of my pasta the drink cart finally arrives…guided by a familiar face. I tell my flight attendant friend (name unknown) I’d like a diet coke to which he replies… “And a Jack Daniels?”. I say, “Sure, if you’re handing them out”. Next thing I know I’m being handed a tiny plastic Jack Daniels bottle each time the guy walks by my row! Finally I had to explain that this was a business trip and I had to go to the office immediately upon arriving in Paris. So 4 Jack and Cokes later I finished up watching When in Rome (great movie btw) and pass out with my head on the tray table, which I’ve found is the only way I can sleep on a plane if I don’t have the window seat.
Moral of the story – I bet this will work with a lot of flight attendants if you’re interested in trying to get free booze. And if I ever see this guy again, I’m asking for the first class seat again. My bet is he’ll pull it off next time.
I wont’ bore you with the majority of my day which consisted of not having a phone because either my company or At&t “forgot” to add the international plan, so I had to wait until my office back in the states woke up to sort that out. Left the office at 7:20pm…have you ever been so tired you just wanted to break down and cry for no reason? Yea…that’s how tired I was. And yes, I am still that tired even as I sit here and write this blog, but I figure if I don’t do it now, it’s not going to get done.
Signing off for now! Skipping dinner and headed straight to bed, only to be woken up by my loving husband when he gets off work at 11pm Paris time.
Love you Brian!
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