And this here perfectly captures my face of amazement as I'm now leaving the ground for the first time in my life.
I probably wouldn't ever do it again, unless someone dared me to or thought I wouldn't.
But that's all fine and dandy because I didn't have to go through security or drag any belongings with me. That's something my fiance and I did just this weekend. And let me tell you, don't get on a plane when you're wearing a bedazzled shirt. That shit picks up on their full-body scanners and prompted the security EACH TIME to physically run their gloved hand between my breasts to check for hidden items. It didn't mind, but I was a bit clueless when it came to what I was supposed to be doing. They've been doing this job for years, probably, and assume most people have flown on a plane before, I just kept standing where they pointed and left my body in the last position they told me to put it in. They probably thought I was an android.
Regardless, I got a cool wing seat!
All in all, I had a great time flying. It turned what John thinks is incredibly dull and mundane into something more exciting because of my increased enthusiasm.
