tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post8147934214749804724..comments2024-01-12T11:32:14.673-08:00Comments on Lauren of all Trades: How to Survive A 12 Hour Plane TripLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06612018460003683689noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-60647944769325714992011-06-15T12:48:43.322-07:002011-06-15T12:48:43.322-07:00Damn, I'm going to Australia in December, it&#...Damn, I'm going to Australia in December, it's two flights, one 6.5 hours the other 10.5 .. and there's only two hours between them. And I'm flying alone. It's going to be hell isn't it :p?Little redheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13603939365786814700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-74884486937885863312011-03-27T14:20:40.553-07:002011-03-27T14:20:40.553-07:00Oh man and I feel so bad when I can't understa...Oh man and I feel so bad when I can't understand her! My parents just don't stop bickering. Oh unless it's to criticize me for whatever they feel like that day.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06612018460003683689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-15704389278017344612011-03-27T01:05:34.745-07:002011-03-27T01:05:34.745-07:00I like the one with the parents. I would say never...I like the one with the parents. I would say never travel anywhere with my mom because she will proceed to talk to/try to befriend everyone she came in contact with. Which is made worse because her accent is so thick nobody understands her.ebunadewumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05687177973836554574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-90721254186804204822011-03-26T14:35:55.690-07:002011-03-26T14:35:55.690-07:00@Melbourne: They had to because it was a full flig...@Melbourne: They had to because it was a full flight on a 777 and it had gotten too late to put us on a different flight. Most of the story was when I was flying to Japan, the flight was canceled/delayed when I was flying back. Not cool being stuck alone in a country where you know about 4 words in their language.<br><br>@Kate: Aww thanks! <br><br>@Apfel: That sounds terrible! My parents always wait as long as possible and we end up at the very back of the plane. No bulk head for me :(<br><br>@Katherina: EWWWWWWW<br><br>@Shannon: That really happened! I like to yell I love lamp whenever possible.<br><br>@Stacey: True! But I don't like to lie to you guys :)Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06612018460003683689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-75094707646380277482011-03-26T14:02:40.629-07:002011-03-26T14:02:40.629-07:00What you meant to say was "I TOTALLY drew thi...What you meant to say was "I TOTALLY drew this awesome picture of my hotel room! Am I awesome, or what?!" ;)beanditchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13062037551906612855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-45884259271933002102011-03-26T12:54:26.394-07:002011-03-26T12:54:26.394-07:00Haha, I like the comparison of your parents to the...Haha, I like the comparison of your parents to the Costanzas. Also, the "I love lamp" reference.ShanimalsCrackers.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04204883255991927195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-88930557138240190712011-03-26T09:09:33.655-07:002011-03-26T09:09:33.655-07:00haha loved this post :)In my last plane ride to Ge...haha loved this post :)<br>In my last plane ride to Germany this week, the guy next to me was hungover. He called the stewardess and asked her for a bag because he was feeling bad. She gave him the bag which would have belonged to my seat (we both, stewardess and me, looked at each, kind of scared)... and he said to me "oh no, I have your bag! maybe we can share it".<br>I said "no thanks" and looked desperately for a different seat anywhere on the plane. <br>Haha Long flights can be really quite painful. Anyway, great post - made me laugh a lot! :)Katherinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05729278382487254574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-80263976444946563292011-03-26T05:10:47.163-07:002011-03-26T05:10:47.163-07:00I have spent the longest 9 hours on a flight (exce...I have spent the longest 9 hours on a flight (except we stopped for a 20 min pee break and refuel)on a 2 seater cessna aircraft on the longest cross country ever. With a thunderstorm in the vicinity. After experiencing all that, this seems like a piece of cake :D But yeah when I do travel economy I always ask for the first row seat for extra leg space :)Apfelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03562082315532445960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-24068306153077540942011-03-26T04:22:50.360-07:002011-03-26T04:22:50.360-07:00PS. Where were you flying to? Somewhere warm and i...PS. Where were you flying to? Somewhere warm and interesting hopefully!Melbourne on my mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07125351116980965317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-80616299440081992282011-03-26T04:21:17.958-07:002011-03-26T04:21:17.958-07:00You're officially adorable! I hate flying on t...You're officially adorable! I hate flying on the best of days. But that's cause I don't think humans were meant to fly. We'd have wings if we were.Kate Weberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02798792089542914219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1550229641195867776.post-74633165253938847382011-03-26T04:09:27.519-07:002011-03-26T04:09:27.519-07:00Oh dear to the delayed flight. At least they put y...Oh dear to the delayed flight. At least they put you up in a hotel though! We were flying home one year through Hawaii, and got to spend EIGHT HOURS in the Qantas lounge. It sucked balls. But then they upgraded us to first class, which was pretty awesome.<br><br>It's kind of hard to avoid long haul flights when you live in Austraila - it takes you at least an 8 hour plane flight to get anywhere interesting!!Melbourne on my mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07125351116980965317noreply@blogger.com