Le Enterprise

I made the mistake of watching 2 chick flicks on the flight to Paris. Crying my face off in a flying box full of strangers 35,000 ft above the ground is a fun way to spend 6.5 hours. The culprits: 500 Days of Summer, a great film which takes a scathingly honest look at breakups. And the heartwrenchingly stupid mush puddle of a movie, Dear John. Oh, and I watched The Book of Eli, but that flick was much less chick.

Other highlights of the trip included:

...spilling more drinks on myself, this time just water. (Note to Shannon - Remove cup from tray table BEFORE attempting to close tray table)


...enjoying red wine with my gourmet chicken-and-pasta-in-a-warm-plastic-box cuisine.


...the blue lights which came on to signal bedtime but instead of inducing sleepiness, I suddenly felt like I could boldly go where no man has gone before.