I got on an Aeroplane—caught a flight. A Ryanair flight from Dublin to Stanstead Airport (London) to be precise. Hmm, 29 years of age... Tis fair to say I took my time.
The cast for the flight was five college buddies (Michele, Roisin, Rachael, Shauna and, of course, yours truly. To rob a line from Beatles song – I'll get by with a little help from my friends.
So, the big day was a Tuesday in January that came with an early departure time of 6:40 am. I left Michelle's, who been kind enough to let me crash at hers the night before, at around 4 am. All packed but unsure how ready I was for the little adventure.
Since the flight had been booked I somewhat waited for my …show more content…
I could hear beeping horns from people trapped in the queue behind me— I found coins and odd pieces in my jacket, which I deemed as having too many pockets. All was flung in a rush into baskets. Agitation flowed through my veins as I searched for pills, shoes, and a belt, which like my pills I couldn't do without, in the baskets coming through security. There's something awful and amusing about running around in your socks looking for your …show more content…
On the Brightside, the trip had a jolly flight attendant who was told that it was my first venture on a plane. Ah friends, don't you just love them— At that moment I felt like a member of the audience at a comedy gig who the comedian would keep returning to. And he did but he was a nice chap which one of my friends tried to get to accompany us on our holiday in London. When it was announced that the plane was going down...to land in ten minutes I felt the humorous banter had shortened the journey. Nevertheless, as I held friends’ hands before landing the nervous tingle was back. Fortunately, the landing was smooth and perfect for a first