En Route

I'm sitting in Dublin Airport, and I just watched a nice sunrise after flying all night. It's 1:23 in the morning in New York. Sweet. The first day is always the worst one when you travel.

I'm having to type this on my BBerry because there's no WiFi here. C'mon you Irish, live a little! Spring for the F'n wireless! Can't Bono spare a few bucks for some national WiFi? I'm tired as hell and freezing my ass off because they're pumping in some serious Arctic air at this gate, either that or it's much colder outside than I thought -- oh wait, two enormous American tourists, dressed just like the stereotype, middle-aged, apple-shaped, patterned vacation shirts, fishing hat, and shorts, yes shorts, just sat down in front of me. They must be even colder than me, since I'm stupidly only wearing a t-shirt along with my iconic, never take a trip without wearing them on the plane, olive cargo pants. Holly hated them because I wore them to Mexico once and had an ordeal trying to find our e-tickets in my pockets. They have like 2000 pockets, you see, but that's precisely why I like them. A place for everything. That and they're lose fitting and you don't sweat in them like jeans. Hmmm, I think I've fairly exhausted the subject of my cargo pants.

A couple of other observations. Aer Lingus, you do me right! It was my first time on you, and I had a very nice flight. Not too crowded, friendly attendants, and I love the green. The seats could use a little more pitch though, I didn't sleep a wink. Had a tiny little embarrassing episode at the end of the flight. Apparently it's their custom to walk around with these Unicef bags and collect money for the kids. Personally, I think they should just deduct some of their corporate profit from the plane ticket, but I digress. The attendant came by, and I had finished my little cup of orange juice, so I was reaching into the aisle to toss it into the open plastic bag she was carrying when she says "This is Unicef, not rubbish." Oh. I had to carry that fucking plastic cup all the way to customs before I found a garbage can.

Okay, it's so cold in here my nipples are hard. Good thing my jacket's in my checked luggage.

See you in Poland.