The Plane

All 75 of us flew together in the coach cabin to Frankfurt ala Home Alone 2. What with free drinks and unbridled nerves, needless to say it was quite a party plane. The German contingent of the plane made it very clear they were upset we were inhibiting their viewing of some fanciful cartoon Labyrinth movie. We then spent 5 hours at the Frankfurt airport, which yes, is ugly. After staying awake for over 24 hours, and completely losing Tuesday we boarded the flight to Almaty, Kazakhstan and I promptly zonked (I would say crashed, but due to contextual consideration that would be inappropriate, just let it be known I don’t use the word zonked).