I had a really nice breakfast this morning; it was definitely in the top five best breakfasts I've ever had. After PT a few other cadets and I went over to the restaurant in the Wildcat Lodge. The Wildcat Lodge is the dorm where all the UK Basketball players live. It's pretty much a really nice condo. It's ridiculous how good the living standards are for the basketball team. Anyway there's a restaurant there, where the players eat a lot, and for whatever reason we're allowed to eat there.
We get treated pretty well there. Each table has it's own little TV and the waiters give us the remote so we can watch whatever while we eat. There are pool tables and recliners in front of a massive TV, for those who require a lot of entertainment while they eat. And of course the food is really really good, none of that greasy crap from K-Lair or Commons.
So it was definitely a pleasure eating there, being treated with just as much respect as the basketball team for the first and most important meal of the day. I wish all breakfasts were like that, luckily I'll be getting two per week. One great perk about traveling, is that pretty much anywhere you go except America you're likely in for a great breakfast. Regardless of which hotel, which airport, which city, country, or continent; you're most likely in for a great breakfast.
In other news I'm definitely starting to get excited for this Miami trip. Nothing get's me crazily excited like South Beach does. Not many places have the power to lasso me back time after time like Miami does. As much fun as South Beach will be, I'm equally excited for this flight down there.
I always said back in senior year of high school and on into college that it would be so much fun to deck an airliner out with bars and lounges, throw in a big sound system, and turn the jet into a party plane. And if I had access to such an aircraft, I'd take my girlfriend or bros and enjoy a few drinks on our way down to whatever tropical party paradise we were destined for. Wouldn't that be such a fun flight!? Cruising the airways listening to music with some of your favorite people in the world for hours? Then maybe taking a stop in a nice busy airport to stretch your legs and become immersed in the chaos, before climbing back on board to enjoy more drinks, music, and laughs with the people you love. And then when you finally get to your vacation destination, despite likely being a bit tired, you're in some awesome city for a week! Yes, this was the dream for me a few years back.
But wait a minute! Now I'm older, more wealthy, and more experienced in the traveling department. Now it's a couple times a year that I'm flying somewhere amazing with my best friends. And honestly, what I thought of as a "dream flight" years ago is now a reality I get to play in every now and then. Karen and I lived it for 9 hours on the way to Madrid, and in less than six weeks we do it again!
Of course when I daydreamed about it when I was younger, I imagined my own private A330 (decked out to my personal taste) which I'd fly to Miami with my girlfriend and day-drink vodka and sprites for three or four hours, while not forgetting a stop in Atlanta. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT WERE DOING FOR SPRING BREAK (minus the privately owned A330).
We'll be clinking our plastic cups together before our descent into the busiest airport in the world! We'll be playing "find the foreigner" in the underground trains of Hartsfield-Jackson! We'll be watching the Georgia country side turn into the Florida coastline which will then turn into South Beach just before our arrival at the sexiest airport in the world! And after a quick walk through the concourses and a quicker bus ride to the hotel we'll be on our way to Tom's NFL, the iconic wing joint which no flight to Miami would be complete without. And before it gets too late, we'll walk across the street to the very edge of the airport, and watch the heavies take off for Europe.That's the first FIVE HOURS of my Spring Break. This is why Karen and I are dropping dough to fly to Miami instead of cramming into a room with 30 other drunken idiots in Panama. This is why I need to make more money. Unfortunately we still have six weeks to go, which isn't the most terrible wait in the world considering I waited 172 days for my final Spring Break of high school, but still we're pretty far out.
Anyway, I hope every flight I take is like the flight to Madrid, Dallas, Miami, etc. (obviously the ones I'm not flying myself). I hope I maintain this ability to have copious amounts of fun wherever I go. I really hope I don't turn into those obnoxious travelers who just bleed stress nonstop (You're in a tube going 500 mph!!! Your ancestors would kill to be you!!). But truthfully I don't think I have anything to worry about.
Until next time...
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