9/10/09: Newark, NJ to London, England
We left for Newark airport this morning at a reasonable 4:30am, after having slept for only two and a half hours. This is partly because Kevin still needed his haircut at midnight, and then we both wanted to take showers, and I, being the vain one, wanted to blow dry my hair so I wouldn’t have bed head for the next 48 hours (totally futile attempt, by the way). Anyway, in a strange reversal of roles, while we were up and taking care of all the last-minute things, Kevin kept saying preemptively-nostalgic things like, “This is the last time we’ll be brushing our teeth in the States!” and “This is the last time we’ll be sleeping in a bed in the States!” There’s no real point to this story except that Kevin and I have been married for less than a week, and already he’s starting to sound like me. It’s a scary thought, no?
So we finally got on our plane (Virgin Atlantic), and I have to say, our flight was pretty awesome. Maybe it’s because it’s been awhile since I’ve been on a semi-long international flight, but did you know that you can pick your own movie? And that they have TV shows? And all on your OWN personal screen! How great is that? Kevin and I watched two movies each – they were: “Coraline,” “I Love You, Man,” “The Hangover,” and “Sunshine Cleaning”. It’s obvious who watched which movies – the only thing I can’t figure out is how the two of us have ever agreed to go to a movie together.
I’ve really kind of been delaying writing about the one exciting event that happened on our flight to London. I actually didn’t want to mention it at all, but Kevin said he would write about it if I didn’t, so I’m going to write about it so that you, dear reader, can get a FAIR and ACCURATE account of what happened.
So we were about an hour away from landing, and I suggested to Kevin that we play a game of Scrabble. (I bet you think you can see where this is going, don’t you? Well, GUESS AGAIN.) We took out the Scrabble board and two racks. In our infinite wisdom, we had left a half-finished game on the board and so had to take off all of the letters and put them back in the plastic bag. Kevin put his last handful in the bag, and I reached over to put my last handful into the bag. I had dropped all but one letter into the bag when Kevin suddenly pulled my arm and whispered to me, “Look over there! It’s Natalie Portman and Zach Braff! And they have a tiny puppy! It looks like Charlie!” So of course I turned excitedly in the direction he was pointing, because he just mentioned three of my top 10 favorite people in the world (yes, Charlie is people) that I never get to see in real life, and Kevin took the opportunity to pry that last Scrabble tile from my hand and drop it in the space between my seat and the window. Why he did this, we’ll never know.
So I’m sorry. I still don’t know how exactly it happened. But I dropped that stupid last tile. And we searched and searched (we were even the last people off the plane) for that thing and couldn’t find it. I felt so guilty over the whole thing, especially because in a previous post Kevin compared Scrabble tiles to our babies, and I’M SORRY KEVIN, I LOST ONE OF OUR 100 BABIES!
I must now end this post out of shame. I’m sorry I couldn’t write more. Please accept my apologies and look at this picture of Mr. Turtle.
Puzzles for Postcards (our very first as travelers!)
Our New Beginning Anagram:
“I Bake Any Iron”