Don't take the Sydney - Dallas flight ever in your lives unless you are forced to. Oh. My. Goodness. I had watched five movies and there were still six hours left in the flight.
Hahah. I just did that 2 weeks ago! It wasn't too bad (though the only reason we made the flight was due to some technical issues delaying takeoff by 1.5 hours.) (And it was a really rough flight, though that just distracted me in a good way.)
If it is any consolation, Dallas-> Brisbane was technically a longer duration flight....
I think my travel strategy is sound: find a nice person (bonus if a big flirt and you are too) from business class bumped to economy with a whole 4 seater row to him/herself and finagle an invite. Make friends! Talk for hours! Drink and talk for more hours, while getting business class service! Decidedly tipsy, agree it is naptime! Share the 4 seats like a pair of passed out puppies and sleep for 5 hours, waking up for breakfast 2 hours before landing.
Of course, that is reliant on a lot of things you can't control. But damn, that was actually a GOOD flight. eta: that was the Dallas->Brisbane route. Syd->DFW, I was stuck in the middle between two very nice but reserved strangers, so. I just drank until sleepy and slept.
Scrappy, I don't know if it is a strategy that helps, but sometimes pretending to not give a fuck helps. But I had/have subconscious testing anxiety, so I had to deliberately make myself not care in order to defeat it.
Don't take the Sydney - Dallas flight ever in your lives unless you are forced to. Oh. My. Goodness. I had watched five movies and there were still six hours left in the flight.
I flew to/from San Fran whenever possible - a much more pleasant and less stressful airport than LAX. Not necessarily helpful for getting to DFW, though.
Garlic bread is the best thing in the world.
So I just scared the shit out of mac. I was choking, like really choking - managed to get the thing out when I sat straight up then stood up and bent over quickly, but I was still gasping and coughing and thought I needed more help. I was miming the heimlich and as he was not getting it, I got enough breath to tell I was choking, did he know what to do. Well he does, but this time what he did was start balling. I was still coughing so hard I both (whitefont for squick)
threw up and wet my pants
before I could comfort him.
good lord, my throat still does not feel right. I am very hungry, but eating now seems very dangerous.
Garlic bread is the best thing in the world.
Not while homemade from-scratch tamales exist.
I think my travel strategy is sound: find a nice person (bonus if a big flirt and you are too) from business class bumped to economy with a whole 4 seater row to him/herself and finagle an invite. Make friends! Talk for hours! Drink and talk for more hours, while getting business class service! Decidedly tipsy, agree it is naptime! Share the 4 seats like a pair of passed out puppies and sleep for 5 hours, waking up for breakfast 2 hours before landing.
Well done!!!
I sat between two very nice ladies, but they seemed relatively uninterested in talking. Business class sounds magical. DFW seems like it was a more pleasant airport than LAX (but really, that wouldn't take much), but by that point in my day all I wanted to do was get to Boston.
A rule? Why? It keeps your shells.
Wow Msbelle. You may want to rinse out your mouth to get the taste and any particles out, then carefully sip some cold water to soothe your throat
Naan. Hands down on the best bready thing in the world.
