I am not a newb when it comes to going on planes. Despite the fact that I’ve lived in a suitcase most of my life, it’s a bit of a shame when I have to admit that I’m not that much of an expert when it comes to going on airplane on my own. So, first of all, since I knew I was gonna be spending most of my money in BKK, I did not get myself to change any of my US mulas to Burmese mula. So, before I checked in, which means I was in the zone where ONLY passengers were to be in, the chick at the counter asked me to pay for airport tax. It’s LOCAL airport tax which was 3000 kyats (3 USD). Since I only had US mula, Thai mula, ONE Brazilian coin and some Aussie coins in my wallet, I had to go to the ‘scanning’ area to ask for money from my grandparents, who were fortunately in the airport. So, I winked and smiled to the girl who scanned me. I have no idea what it is about me and scanners (or do you call them probers or metal detectors?), but she started to smile sheepishly and offered to help out. Was it th wink and the smile or just yet another airport probing chick making a move?
So, I went to the wrong gate. Yes, 29 years of airporting and this was after the check in chick said “GATE 4”, I managed to go to GATE 2 and started taking off my belt. The dude was like ‘you going to Thailand?’ and I was like ‘yeah’ and he was like ‘shouldn’t you be at gate 4?’ and there was me running to gate 4. I was welcomed by two evil-looking people who look like they could not wait to strip me alive. They saw the envelope with my mula and since I thought it was gonna be an issue, I gave the dude a wink and a smile when he looked at me. He put it back and there I was free from all these testing, probing and eye-stripping.
It was funny when I was waiting for the plane where I ended up talking to this cool couple from Melbourne. Minutes later, Pukebag turned up beside me, both surprised to see each other. Pukebag (I’ll explain later how she got that name) was supposed to have a housewarming party the night before and semi-killed by cheap Myanmar rum, she was semi-awake while talking to me. However, conversations with Pukebag never seems to stop. She’s just one of those cool people who could just talk about anything with me. So, we decided to sit in the empty rows in the airplane, bitched about life and exchanged contact details in puking bags from the airplane (thus explaining her ID).
Seeing BigSis and hanging out with her was awesome, not to mention shopping with her. I met up with mom and sis after the shopping and it was great to see them again. It felt even better when I FINALLY talked to Mom about Booman! I told her just because someone is called a ‘homosexual’ does not necessarily mean he’s girly. She told me she was concerned about not seeing mini-Heins. Little does she know Booman and I have already given names to our babies. SEBASTIAN and XAVIER! And speaking of babies, one of my close friends have decided she wants kids with her significant other. All I could say is how I’m extremely excited for her and how I wish her the best. I like the way she thinks. Who cares about marriage at the moment when you KNOW all you want is your own baby. Maybe she’s just lucky that both her partner and Booman want babies as well. It’s all good, people! Welcome to the 21st century, where babies do NOT necessarily have to be called ‘normal’ to have a male dad and a female mom or TWO parents.
So, I went to the wrong gate. Yes, 29 years of airporting and this was after the check in chick said “GATE 4”, I managed to go to GATE 2 and started taking off my belt. The dude was like ‘you going to Thailand?’ and I was like ‘yeah’ and he was like ‘shouldn’t you be at gate 4?’ and there was me running to gate 4. I was welcomed by two evil-looking people who look like they could not wait to strip me alive. They saw the envelope with my mula and since I thought it was gonna be an issue, I gave the dude a wink and a smile when he looked at me. He put it back and there I was free from all these testing, probing and eye-stripping.
It was funny when I was waiting for the plane where I ended up talking to this cool couple from Melbourne. Minutes later, Pukebag turned up beside me, both surprised to see each other. Pukebag (I’ll explain later how she got that name) was supposed to have a housewarming party the night before and semi-killed by cheap Myanmar rum, she was semi-awake while talking to me. However, conversations with Pukebag never seems to stop. She’s just one of those cool people who could just talk about anything with me. So, we decided to sit in the empty rows in the airplane, bitched about life and exchanged contact details in puking bags from the airplane (thus explaining her ID).
Seeing BigSis and hanging out with her was awesome, not to mention shopping with her. I met up with mom and sis after the shopping and it was great to see them again. It felt even better when I FINALLY talked to Mom about Booman! I told her just because someone is called a ‘homosexual’ does not necessarily mean he’s girly. She told me she was concerned about not seeing mini-Heins. Little does she know Booman and I have already given names to our babies. SEBASTIAN and XAVIER! And speaking of babies, one of my close friends have decided she wants kids with her significant other. All I could say is how I’m extremely excited for her and how I wish her the best. I like the way she thinks. Who cares about marriage at the moment when you KNOW all you want is your own baby. Maybe she’s just lucky that both her partner and Booman want babies as well. It’s all good, people! Welcome to the 21st century, where babies do NOT necessarily have to be called ‘normal’ to have a male dad and a female mom or TWO parents.
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