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Flight from Houston to Amsterdam

I am going on a trip to Europe. I am very excited. I’m going with my friend, J. I know our intended schedule, and I know that I want to do a number of things (museums, drinking, eating, seeing incredibly attractive people, taking dumb pictures).

The blog for the next while will be my guesses (written before leaving) for what will happen. So it begins …

The Flight

I’m all set! I bought a few new things for this trip – converters so I can charge my phone (not that I’ll be using it) and camera battery. A duffel bag (I plan to bring back a loot!). A rain jacket (Houston temporarily made me forget what rain was). A book. Annnnd new shoes. Look out world.

I’m sitting by my friend on this flight (and will be hanging out with him for the next 10 days). I hope he doesn’t grow to hate me, that would make this trip uncomfortable. I’m off to a rough start though, because I keep saying, “hey friend!!” and trying to give him a high-five. He hates both these things.

I’m looking forward to when I’m sleepy enough to crash for a while. I’m sure he is too. That’s it for now. See you tomorrow, when I will be in … Amsterdam!!!

Failure is not an option – but delays are

The launch didn’t happen so no cool pictures of that – but here are some of wonderful Savannah, Georgia.

 

 

 

 

Weekly Wacko (18)

New Orleans!, February 18 – 21

On the above mentioned days I went to New Orleans for the first time. It was fun. I went with two friends of mine I knew for one semester – my first semester of high school.

The two friends are mentioned in ‘First Day’ (see here). They are Kate and Barbara.

This was going to be a 2-part picture thing, where Katie initially was angry at the ground – and this is part two where she’s cracked the ground by punching it with extreme anger.

Those statues were a bunch of rascals. Barbara and Katie were going to sit by the statues and I was going to photograph that magic, then a family of three walked up and offered to take the pictures. The husband/dad told us, “you know what that guy’s famous for? He was a pedophile. That’s why he’s with a kid.” Weird, funny stranger? Awesome.

Fantastic. Shortly after this we sang, and were booed at. How bad do you have to sing to get booed at by a bunch of drunks at a karaoke bar? Thankfully we were drunk, so we found it all very funny.

We took a swamp tour on a boat. The guy in the back is “Captain Mike.” He probably hates me and my juvenile humor. The two other girls were an awesome couple from Canada. They thought I was an idiot.

No gators? Disappointment!

Ooooooooh!

We got some po boys from a place called “McKinzey’s Chicken-in-a-Box.” We ate them in a parking lot because we couldn’t find seats anywhere.

Pirates were there, and they played music.

AWESOME!