Eurotrip-the departure

Alright, maybe not fully the otherside of the world, but I'm about to embark on my next wee adventure. Much shorter than the last, at a mere 15 days, I'm off to Europe to get away from work and take a break. Not all of my plans have been fully fleshed out but I can give ya the jist. I'm flying into Copenhagen tonight and then making my way to Rome on Sunday. Monday overnight I'll take a train to Venice to meet up with Liam (you might remember him from some previous stories, such as that with making the worst pancakes ever, squirting me with sea bananas, stealing a golf cart with me, and other major antics  since I'm generally pretty shit at writing about my activities, that's probably all you can get). From there, we'll hang out in Venice a little bit and then try to leave the country. By try, I mean that there's a chance he might get deported. We'll see.

The next goal would be Prague, Berlin, Amsterdam, Belgium (Brussels? Bruges? Both?) and finally London where I'll fly home and (if he has not yet been deported) lomecheese will continue the adventuring and go to Thailand.

So far the airport has been phenononally boring. The plane is scheduled to take off in two minutes (from right this exact second) yet I haven't boarded. I am Le tired and I ate too much sushi on my way over. This has rapidly become the most boring play by play of my existence so I'll leave it at that until something worth mentioning happens. Later trolls.



Update: ok. Here's something. I might actually be the fattest person on the plane. What's up with that, Denmark?!

And the dude I'm sitting next to right now as I crouch by the outlet, like a slave to the Internet, is listening to deadmau5 on his iPad with no headphones, staring at the immobile album artwork. Da club.


Update 2: this plane is full of blonde humans. If for some reason there was to be a genocide, I would not survive. I'm in an aisle but things could be worse. Hopefully I get some sleep. The ceilings are tinted blue to look like the sky I think. What a lie. This is a metal box. 

What an awful flight. We lose 6 hours and unfortunately due to their service being so loud, babies being so present, and having had the cart of food rolled over my foot mid flight, I didn't sleep too well. For some reason they also didn't offer me a drjnk until I asked her what was up. She then gave me a red wine, most of which I spilled on myself when the wee remote fell off of the tv console. So much for trying to keep my one pair of pants clean.