Tripping to Sydney.

Well I must say that as I age I don’t get better at traveling, you might say I’m completely useless…

I was flying out at 8:15pm I had thought it was 8:30 until I checked my flight details this afternoon, oh well, what’s 15 minutes huh? If I left work at the beginning of Beer and (the newly added) Soft drink O’clock I would have enough time to get to the train station, train home, get ready, get a lift to the airport (thanks Jess), check in and fly out… The fact that I hadn’t packed was a minor issue and completely normal. You would think I liked running around like a crazed headless chook.

I made the plane, with enough time to check out all the talent getting on the plane. I got an emergency exit row, window seat. Fantastic I thought… lots of leg room…

Yeah bloody fantastic until this misshapen, top heavy woman sat next to me… Yep, another nightmare plane story… Now arm rest politics on a plane can be tricky, especially back there in peasant class… Usually you try and work out who will have their arm forward and who’s will be at the back. Since I had a window seat I though I’d be submissive (yes I can play that role) and give her the first choice… Little did I know that she would take up enough room to monopolise both front and back… Grrr… oh well, I’m broad, but I’m small so I thought fine, have the arm rest… like I had a choice…

Now I have my personal space and I don’t like people getting into it. Quite frankly don’t touch me. There are only few people I don’t mind getting that close…

So how I see it, I paid for the space on the plane that my seat occupies. I see the arm rest as no persons land, but don’t even think about letting your volumous arm encroach on my space… Well grrr on herrr… I couldn’t help myself, I think she got the message, I was practically climbing up the wall to get away from her.

Not my worse plane experience, I’ll tell that in a minute…

So, I flew Qantas and was treated to dinner, well if you can call bread sticks and salsa dinner…

Gosh I love to bitch about air travel huh? In actual fact I love flying :)

I got to Sydney airport and one of the first things that I noticed were all the mo’s hanging around… Oh I do like to visit Sydney…

I got a taxi out to Glebe (love the sound of that word). I’m staying with Brett and Lauren, dear I say it, newly engaged. Bloody breeders just can’t help themselves, we all know what comes next!

Brett and Lauren had just moved out from near central station to their new place in Glebe, it was a ‘grand’ terrace at some stage, but the landlord had converted it to multiple apartments, splitting each floor into it’s own place. As Lauren put it, Uni living at non-Uni prices… The housing market in Sydney is F**ked.

I just saw on the news that currently three quarters of the baby boomers, which are aged between 45 and 65, own something like a third of the houses in Australia… Cripes, when they croak the housing market is gonna crash…

Any hows, we went out for a couple of drinks, got pizza, more drinks and sat in the lounge and gossiped…