In and out of Bangkok

I had a flight to Bangkok at 7 this morning, so I had to get up at 5 to get to the airport. Unfortunately I got woken up by the rainstorm at 4, then spent the next hour worrying that I wasn’t going to wake up if I went to sleep. Sigh.

I got to the airport before the Krispy Kreme opened, got on my plane, fell asleep, woke up in Bangkok, took a car to the client, drank too much coffee, felt dreadful, took a taxi to a boxing glove shop and then took an utterly terrifying taxi back to the airport. I’m not sure if I was sick from fear or just motion-induced nausea, our crappy little seatbelt-less car weaving between vans and cars at 80 km/h in the pissing rain.

Still, as we’re in the indestructible timeline, we survived and got back to the airport in time for me to check in for an earlier flight, which took off into another thunderstorm. This is always fun, because the turbulence seems to coincide with one minute after my vegetarian meal gets served. Every other clown on the plane sits there hungry, while I try to avoid movements in the sky throwing a tray of hot pasta in my face. It’s a good life if you don’t weaken.

I got home, feeling rancid, an hour before my wife returned from her Macklemore gig, and now I’m ready to pass out.

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