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flying — Hahaha. And then made faces at me in my sleep. (That's ok, I make faces at her pretty much EVERY NIGHT while she's sleeping).

flying — I passed the fuck out and Meredith took pics of my sleeping double chin.

flying — Farewell, sweet, sweet Jamaica.

flying — On the flight home we took this pic...

flying — En Route back to Helsinki where Brian would be joining us from Estonia. Back to you, Bri Bri

flying — Jordan, hat backwards, mashed.

flying — I almost shit my pants laughing when...

flying — I had much better luck on the second leg of my flight, I got seated next to two supercute Estonian girls who were living in Dubai and working as flight attendants and were taking some time off to come home and visit their family.

flying — An awesome breakfast to put us in good stead for....

flying — ...he tossed me off under the covers. (They also give you packs of mayo that make for sweet under the blanket handjob action). Jake kept telling me that the trip wasn't exactly free.

flying — Most people talk smack abouit airline food, but let me tell you, in the *front * of the plane, it's the shit. This meal right here was the best food I'd had in a year.

flying — Getting all Hamas with a hot towel.

flying — Some pre-dinner beerskis...

flying — In business they give you menus, wine lists, and silverware you could totally hijack a plane with.

flying — Here's magic man Jake Bronstein, luxuriating in his business class seat with a glass of bubbly. For a laugh, Brian and I told him that Finns hate Jews so for the duration of the trip he was going as Jack Brownstone. Incidentally, the flight attendant was understandably cynical about our first class credentials. As I was snapping this pic he dove onto my chair to check if we were legit. Jake busted him looking, he got all scared and said he was "getting my sweatshirt so that he could hang it in the captain's locker".

flying — ...gone. Goodbye NYC (for now). San Francisco, here I (reluctantly) come.

flying — And since we all know I'm not capable of not taking a photos for longer than like three hours max - here's a shot of the airplane.

flying — Leaving Texas.

flying — My plane took off shortly after 9am. I was supposed to have a ninety minute layover in Chicago, and then I'd fly into Austin just in time to meet up with Sarah and company and see Mandy's band play.

flying — Sooo tasty.

flying — 2:08pm. Delicious airline lunch.

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Goodbye to the blustery, rainy, already getting dark at 4:30pm east coast!

trip to cali part 1: nyc to la

December 10, 2003

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flying — New Yawk City!

flying — Attention Staff at the Whitney: you can email me here. I look forward to hearing from you.

flying — Some tiny leeeetle Lego-village near the airport.

flying — Same.

flying — After hours of darkness over the Atlantic, we finally hit the eastern seaboard.

flying — The southwestern Icelandic coast as we neared Keflavik for a quick layover.

flying — I don't know if it was the weird nostalgia that comes from the end of a trip or if it was the plane's neato yellow engine and bad-ass cautionary graphics that did it...but shortly after becoming airborne I became inspired to start taking some...DRUMROLL....artsy photos! Yay art!