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The next morning I set out in search of much needed food. And, after bypassing a “guest services” attendant who was about as useful and friendly as a flaming bag of poo, found my way to Manhattan beach to a lovely café where I sat next to a very sweet couple around my age who I talked and laughed with and they even offered me a ride to my hotel . They were as normal as you can possibly get, minus that part where he was a flaming homosexual and she was apparently either unaware or the best transvestite I’ve ever seen.
And then finally, the time had come. It was time to get on the plane across the pacific. I was feeling a mixture of nervousness, exhilaration, excitement, panic and just plain nausea. Holy. Shit. I was going to New Zealand. We boarded the plan and I was lucky enough to sit next to a mother and daughter who were sweet and friendly and most importantly, petite. We settled in and I picked a movie and quickly realized that there is nothing like a 15 hour plane ride to kill and excitement you may be feeling over your vacation. There were two things that made the flight bearable. The first, Xanax. The second, a trick a friend told me. Bring the flight attendants chocolate and you will pretty much get whatever you want. Well, thank you. Two measly bags of truffles got me free wine the whole flight, extra snacks and blankets and so much attention and gratitude I felt as if I’d just fed a hot dog to an abandoned golden retriever puppy. All in all, not a bad start.

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Comments

[Julia]

Southern's not all that bad!
Joy, this is wonderful. Thanks for doing this. A small way of being with you. Please send me Norms address. love j