Your Personal Geographic Extremes

[Toy Revolver]

when i moved from portland to seattle my friends had a party for me - which i didn't want because i think it's bad luck or maybe just embarrassing if you return too quickly - but i also worked the night before the move - well all my coworkers were at the party including my relief at work - it was a job caring for people with traumatic brain injuries and the past 10 PM shift was just one person me and then at midnight i was stuck there because my relief was shitfaced at my party - i called the manager and was like look technically i don't even work here anymore but she didn't show until around 1:30 AM and then had the audacity to bitch at me when i was like goddamnit- she took the manager job not me - it was her responsibility but she acted like it was a favor instead of me staying an extra hour an a half as the favor - it was a job that would've put people's lives at risk if i just left-

i had to pick up and load the uhaul and drive to seattle all the next day but of course the party was still raging full on at the flop house i living in back then - a place where i had some of the best times of my life - so naturally i got rip roaring fucked up and the party carried on until dawn

this one girl, who was so beautiful btw like as beautiful as any woman alive beautiful at least for my taste, and super smart - we'd had sex a few times too - it was beyond belief- like physically she was so out of my league but anyway she was the only one who helped me load up this uhaul- and i only needed a little van but all they had was this giant ass truck - like practically as big as a fucking 18 wheeler

this is way before gps so i was just using a paper map to get there to my newly rekindled college girlfriend's house that was in the university district if you happen to know anything about seattle

so all that totally fucking exhausted i drove that fucking huge truck on no sleep hungover af if not actually still drunk but i was young and managed it

then my girlfriend who was in sales / food distribution was on the phone when i got there and totally ignored me for hours - i get she was working but still it really hurt my feelings although in hindsight i think i was being selfish considering she was paying for that nice crib in a hip area in an expensive city and sales with restaurants is high intensity af - but i was tired and immature and wanted a welcome blowjob asap but ended up just jerking off and going to sleep

not the greatest story but it's the best i could think of

[Lexi Darling]

My most memorable arrival might be that time when my family was flying home from NYC in summer 2005. I got food poisoning from some hole in the wall restaurant earlier that day and I literally barfed right on the plane. Some granny in the adjacent row freaked out and yelled at me, as if I wasn't having a bad enough day already. Makes me steaming mad just remembering it. My dad picked us up from the airport and he was met with a 16 year old with vomit stains all over her favorite My Chemical Romance t-shirt.

You said most memorable, not best, haha.

[Toy Revolver]

i had a bad flu and puked in the barf bag once

the flight attendant was really sweet about it

[Lexi Darling]

I'm glad you had a better experience then I did! I remember it came on very suddenly right when I was sure I was feeling okay, and even if we had a barf bag (I don't remember if there even was one, it was a small cheapo flight from Chicago to Madison so the plane might not have had such a luxury item, lol) I don't think there would have been any time to avoid the wrath of teenage Lexi's stomach. I wanted to go to the bathroom but we were descending right as it came on.

On the plus side the rest of that vacation was fun! I got to see Tim Curry in Spamalot on Broadway, and it was my first time in NYC so I saw a lot of the sights.

[Janszoon]

What have been your most memorable arrivals /departures?

I have two.

I was in line for a flight and this woman showed up to the gate super late to check in. Unfortunately for her, the flight was overbooked, and because she arrived late, there was no seat available for her. An annoying situation for her, no doubt, but her reaction was to flip out on the airline employees, run past them onto the plane, and refused to leave. The state police were called and she was removed in handcuffs, but all of this took a long time, which meant the plane departed late, I missed my connection, and I subsequently had to spend a long time hanging out in the St. Louis airport.

The other story is this: I was flying from Chicago to Boston. I got to the airport early, went through security, and was just hanging out in an empty seating area when I looked at my boarding pass and realized that I had a middle seat. I went up to the podium and asked the airline employee if I could switch it to a window seat, he did a quick search on his computer, and happily changed it for me. I sat back down and waited for the boarding announcement, but after a while I noticed something strange: everyone around me was speaking Spanish. At first I thought I had just happened to sit next to people who were Spanish speakers, but it really was everyone. Confused, I looked at the destination info by the gate and realized this flight wasn't bound for Boston, it was bound for Mexico City. I had sat in a random seating area and promptly forgotten this wasn't actually my gate. Since I talked to the guy at that gate, he had assumed I was supposed to be flying to Mexico and given me a Mexico City boarding pass. Anyway, I went up and told him and he fixed it, but I was really happy that I realized all of this before I actually boarded the plane and accidentally flew to Mexico.

[jadis]

that all sounds really cool

i don't know if i'll ever travel abroad again but i have a fantasy of taking the bus all the way to mexico city and just see what happens

I literally have a similar fantasy: arriving in Mexico City, renting a crummy apartment in some ungentrified neighborhood and just living there as the weird gringo

Probably stems from reading way too much William S. Burroughs as a teenager in my case. Never been to Latin America, don't speak spanish etc