For some reason, blogger.com has translated itself into Arabic so I am going to try to fumble my way through posting this. I will be fumbling because I do not know how to read Arabic.
Guess who I sat next to on the plane ride over? Ellen DeGeneres. I never got around to asking why she was flying to Dubai, or what she was doing in economy, but whatever. We just chatted and she offered me a writer’s position on her show once I graduate university. So I’m pretty stoked for that.
Yeah I didn’t actually sit next to Ellen. She wasn’t even on the plane. In fact, I had an empty seat next to me so I could stretch and sprawl to my content in my Gravol-assisted sleep. I vaguely recall waking up for pizza. Did that happen? And did I order pineapple juice? I never order pineapple juice.
I am taking a break from doing laps around the Dubai Airport to write this. I slept most of the 13 hours over here, and now it feels like 1:40pm whereas it really is 9:40pm. So yeah, trying to tire myself out so I can sleep some more on the five hour plane ride to India. But I keep gravitating toward the moving sidewalks so I feel like I’m going faster than I am. Side note: so tempted to try to run against the grain of the moving sidewalk. Don’t you just love the feeling of moving but not going anywhere? OK, maybe I am tired.
I LOVE EIGHT HOUR LAYOVERS DON’T YOU?!
P.S. all of the punctuation is messed up now because of said Arabic format.
Guess who I sat next to on the plane ride over? Ellen DeGeneres. I never got around to asking why she was flying to Dubai, or what she was doing in economy, but whatever. We just chatted and she offered me a writer’s position on her show once I graduate university. So I’m pretty stoked for that.
Yeah I didn’t actually sit next to Ellen. She wasn’t even on the plane. In fact, I had an empty seat next to me so I could stretch and sprawl to my content in my Gravol-assisted sleep. I vaguely recall waking up for pizza. Did that happen? And did I order pineapple juice? I never order pineapple juice.
I am taking a break from doing laps around the Dubai Airport to write this. I slept most of the 13 hours over here, and now it feels like 1:40pm whereas it really is 9:40pm. So yeah, trying to tire myself out so I can sleep some more on the five hour plane ride to India. But I keep gravitating toward the moving sidewalks so I feel like I’m going faster than I am. Side note: so tempted to try to run against the grain of the moving sidewalk. Don’t you just love the feeling of moving but not going anywhere? OK, maybe I am tired.
I LOVE EIGHT HOUR LAYOVERS DON’T YOU?!
P.S. all of the punctuation is messed up now because of said Arabic format.
I find the fact that your blog is in Arabic format so cool. It makes it easier to imagine you being overseas, experiencing an eight hour layover in Dubai and all that no-big-deal stuff. It's... exotic. Yes.
ReplyDeleteActually, 8 hour flights are the best. Stop sleeping! You can fit 2.5 Indian Movies or 4 American movies in one flight, easy. It's like my annual movie marathon.
ReplyDeleteHave a safe flight!