This is Joe, coming to you from just outside Tampa, Florida.
I took off from work yesterday to get all packed up. My psuedo-cousin picked me up at my house at about 5:30pm. We had to pick up my other psuedo-cousin’s boyfriend before we could start driving to JFK Airport (a 90 minute drive usually). He was WAY late, and we didn’t get going until around 6:30. Our flight was scheduled for 9:00, so we thought we had to rush to get there. Fortunetly, we found out the flight was delayed due to the recent winter storm, so it gives us enough time to have dinner. My older pseudo-cousin (hereafter will be called simply the cousin), her boyfriend and I each had Turkey Melt sandwiches in the terminal, and after that, we arrived at the gate where the flight was delayed again. We departed JFK at 10:30pm.
This was my first post-9/11 flight, so as you can imagine, I was a little anxious before we got on board. After we took off, I felt better. We took Song, which I’ve never heard of before, but it turns out it’s just Delta with a different name. Now, this was the best flight I’ve ever been on. All the seats had touch-screen TVs with 30 channels (watching Adult Swim while flying is fantastic. It’s just like I’m at home, but instead of being at home, I’m on a plane.) AND! Here’s the kicker… 1600 mp3s for my listening pleasure. So when I got bored of watching TV (The Boondocks was a repeat), I enjoyed some music instead (some 80’s, some 90’s rock). By the time my playlist ended, we were in Tampa (at 2:00am).
One of my cousin’s friends has an apartment just outside of Tampa, so 15 minutes later, we crash at the apartment, which is damn fine. And for 750/month, this is something I wouldn’t mind having! (Yes, I know there would be no way in hell I could afford this quality apartment in NY, but I’m just dreaming here.) We chill out, shoot some darts, have some pastina (which I’ve never had before) and finally go to sleep at 4:00am. We all woke up around 11:00am or so. And so begins Day 2…