Monday, June 20, 2005
beverley hills at LAST

mood: x_x
listening to: nothing

>.> So, here I am, sitting in the computer room of the Beverley Hills Hotel in Los Angeles, California. Here is what has happened thus far today:

I woke up and I got ready to leave. Madre drove us to the airport after I ate a little breakfast, and I gave her a big hug. I almost cried, but I didn't really have the time to, if you know what I mean. Padre and I went inside the airport to check my trés cool rolling duffel orange. However, it turns out that my ticket was registered as me traveling alone ala "unacompanied minor." Liars. So, I ended up having to get a new seat assignment or some weird crapo (??), and I ended up sitting 9 rows behind padre. In the middle seat. Little did I know what certain d00m lay ahead for me. But now that is besides the point.

After taking off all of my clothes in security, we proceeded to our gate. I saw a glimpse of Xiao. Turns out she and Micki were on the same flight as me, although I didn't get a chance to talk to them. Since dad was ahead of me, and a Supreme Platinum Member Deluxe, he got to board before me. After waiting like 20 minutes, I finally showed my ticket to the lady, and proceeded to the ramp thingy. I then proceeded to wait another 15 minutes to actually GET ON the fracking plane. I swear to you that was the LONGEST time I've waited to get onto a plane.

When I finally got to my seat, and got everything settled, I was sitting next to a nice black lady on the right (aisle) yet no one was yet on my left (window). However, just as I was thinking this strange fact, a very large man walked by. Oh, how I prayed he would not sit his fat ass next to me. I prayed for those short moments where there was still hope. But alack, fate took over and he motioned to that seat. I somewhat reluctantly got up with the nice black lady, and he went into the seat. Or...he attempted to. Once I was settled again I realized that his fat was pretty much bleeding over into about 3 inches of my personal space. Not only did the armrest not go all of the way down (he didn't fit into the whole seat, obviously), his fat ass arm was pretty much in my face the entire flight. His thighs were about the size of my dog, and his arms were as fat as MY thighs. Another testimony to his extreme fatness was the fact that he had about five chins (I kid you not), and his watch was on the loosest it could go, yet it still looked like it was cutting off his circulation. HOLY CRAP. It was horrible. Not to mention that he breathed like every breath was a struggle, and there was chest hair puffing out of his shirt, and onto one of his chins (there wasn't really a neck, you see). He tried to make conversation with me, but I was too distracted by his five chins that I didn't really make an effort to talk back. >.>

After about 3 hours I was still sitting there, very, very still, as to avoid any contact with his fat. Now, the airplane seats are pretty big for me...but this time, I swear to you I felt cramped because of him. Anyways, I couldn't take it anymore. I got out of the seat, and wandered around. I visited Padre and complained about "Fat Blob" (as I nicknamed him). Then, I went to the bathroom, as an excuse to stay away from "Fat Blob" as much as possible. Then, I visited Padre again. I asked him how much longer he thought the flight was. He said about 2 hours. OH GOD HELP ME NOW. However, I ran out of excuses to stay out of my seat, so I returned, yet again, to sitting next to "Fat Blob."

About 2 hours later (still sitting very still, and very bored of course) the pilot announced our descent. YIPPEEEE!!! I almost jumped with joy, although then I remembered I was sitting next to Fat Blob, and was trying to avoid all movement.

After we landed, I got my bag pretty quickly, and then Padre and I proceeded to get a taxi. We got to the hotel about an 45 minutes ago, and now I'm in here blogging. This is very risky, blogging, since he's right next door on the other computer. Luckily, I type fast, so I haven't been in here very long.

I'm not sure what we're going to do next, although apparently Madre made reservations for us to eat dinner at a restarutant called "Boa"

OK, I have to go now!!

-Erin