I'm sitting on the plane on my way to Italy. Well, London to be exact, for a layover, but then to Italy. This is probably the most pleasant plane ride I've been on, and that's a good thing considering it's also going to be the longest plane ride I've been on. The plane isn't very crowded at all. In fact, I have the row of seats to myself (after Amy decided to move). And it's as smooth as sitting in my living room, though I wouldn't get the two confused because I don't normally play jet noises on the stereo in my living room.
I just had the in-flight dinner. I had a choice between the pot roast and the chicken. Both looked equally appetizing (which is to say, not very) but I went with the pot roast. I was expecting there to be a fish entree too like in Airplane, so I could enthusiastically turn it down, but I had no such opportunity. I'll have to find another opportunity to apply my history studies.
Speaking of which, I've been reading about the history of Italy while killing time today. Even after taking American history classes in high school and college, I think I'm on track to knowing more about Italian history than I do about the history of my own country. I hope that doesn't make me a bad citizen. I'm already guilty of being an uninformed voter so I don't need that on my record too.
It's just 8:30pm Dallas time, but 3:30am in Florence right now. I should really try to get some sleep on the plane otherwise I'm going to be exhausted on Thursday. If I don't sleep I'll effectively be skipping a night of sleep, or staying up all night like we used to do when we were in college
studying for an exam partying and drinking. And I know how that makes me feel the next day.