All for Naught

For starters, sorry about the font change in the previous post. Let this be a demonstration of my frugality. I started writing that post in Open Office, since buying internet at our serviced apartment isn't cheap. Also, I use Open Office because I am too cheap to shell out for a Microsoft Office package, even when I could've got it for £20 as a student.

Now where were we on our epic journey? Ah yes, we miraculously made it to Frankfurt and had lots of butt space to spare on the flight to Singapore because so many of our compatriots didn't get to Frankfurt in time to make their connection.

We were informed that our scheduled 12 hour flight would only take 11 hours, 25 minutes (holler!). The food was surprisingly decent and, I get such a kick out of Asian airlines, they actually give you a menu of your options. A menu! On an airplane! How deliciously posh (note: we were in cattle class).

After I had consumed my required 500 grams of carbs it was time to get down to business, by which of course I mean snuggle up and watch the hours and hours of amazing programming I had stored on my computer. It must be noted here that my laptop is an HP and, as such, is a giant turd. The battery is completely dead so it has to be plugged in at all times if it is expected to function. My laptop has a British plug, which no place on the damn planet uses except that tiny island, so it's good thing I have this handy dandy little plug converter:

It allows you to go from any type of plug-in to any type of plug-in, which is a necessity for me because I have no less than three countries worth of electrical equipment. This baby is the best $30 I ever spent at Minneapolis-Saint Paul International Airport - Charles Lindbergh terminal (and I have never met a burrito I could resist, so I've spent a lot of $30 there).

Except this baby doesn't have a third prong grounding! And the plug-in on the aircraft (A380-800, double decker jet, of which we were upper deck passengers) require a third prong grounding! My laptop won't work! For the entire flight!

I was going to insert a picture of the Golden Girls weeping here, but I found this image instead and thought it was much more apropo:

But really I was more sad than mad. Then I realized the in-flight entertainment system was pretty darn sweet, and have now developed a new found love for Modern Family.

All's well that ends well.

I wasn't planning on sleeping on Long Haul Flight #1 since I'd have all of Long Hall Flight #2 to do that (not to mention my hours upon hours of amazing entertainment reserved for LHF1). But then I realized I had 2 seats to myself (3, actually, since there were only 2 of us in my row, book ending a row of 4 seats).

After my carbo load and a few LOLz I decided to curl up with the various unused pillows and blankets that surrounded me and laid down for a good 4 or 5 hour nap. I had been up since 6 a.m. after all, and after hours of white knuckled, sphincter clenching tension at the Oslo airport I was ready for some snoozing.

The rest of the flight was uneventful. I watched One Day, which I really want to read, but I was pretty meh about Anne Hathaway's British accent. On several occasions I caught it slipping into Scottish territory, and since a few scenes were set in Edinburgh I didn't understand if she was meant to be Scottish or English, which believe me, is a very big deal. I spent a year in Edinburgh. I know these things.

*flips hair*

And for the record, yes I cried. It's not the first time I've cried over a movie on an airplane and it won't be the last. Boo hoo, life is hard for rich white people.

I would like to make a special shout out to Singapore Airlines for their seriously delicious breakfast selection of beef and noodles. Noodles for breakfast you say, how curious. I guess it's an Asian tradition but holy smokes was that good (the beef at least, the noodles did little more than add to my obesity-slash-carbo-count). I would order that beef at a restaurant. I would pay $15 for a plate of that beef.

I have shitty taste in food, clearly. What of it. I'll take my airplane beef over filet mignon any day.

A good chunk of time ahead of schedule we arrived at Singapore Changi airport, which will henceforth be known as The Greatest Airport Ever. It has a butterfly garden in it, people - a butterfly garden!

More on that in the next post. Spoiler alert: a butterfly touched my head! Yipee!