note: this post was written a few weeks ago aboard a virgin america flight from LAX to Seattle. if you’re into really old—yet fascinating—material, then please read on.
oh my jesus, the guy sitting in front of me on Virgin America Flight 1717 has someone how found a way to recline his seat nearly 180degrees. if he were any further reclined, his head would be lying in my lap and we’d be locked into an old-fashioned death-stare.
also a kid crapped his pants approximately 30seconds after take-off. not to be out done, his little brother decided to drop a deuce too. the entire plane smelled of poop even before any of us has had a chance to get our drunk on.
virgin america is rad b/c each seat has this groovy lcd screen that ties into a giant media library full of stuff. among the goods is a nifty google maps representation of our flight’s position, altitude and air speed. i must say, i’m dissapointed that we’re currently only travelling at 521mph…isnt that a bit slow? i was expecting more like 700mph. maybe it has something to do with the ‘jet streams’ (whatever the fuck those are…)
a few rows short of first class sits the most amazing couple. BOTH of them are wearing eye patches (pirate style) and to top off the look, homeboy has the raddest bowl cut since george mcfly. i may not be able to take my eyes off these two the entire flight. part of me fears that they may try to commandere the plane swashbuckler-style.
oh and currently, the in-flight computer is reporting that the outside temp is -173F which means that our flight is frozen in a giant block of flying ice.
555mi to Seattle!
