| Second Holland Holiday Dec.2000 |
It was now sometime shortly after Thanksgiving. A little less than two months had passed since Marco and I were together. A lot
had happened during this time. The other person was quickly fading out of the picture, while Marco and I grew closer every day.
We still had no idea when we would be able to see each other again, but as hard as it was, we were both willing to wait.
Christmas was coming up quickly, and for the first time ever, I was not looking forward to it. Just as Mother's Day was hard not
having my Grandmother there for the first time in my life, Christmas was sure to be twice as hard. The last thing I wanted to do was
be around my entire family, knowing that she should be there with us. But, my sisters and I had made plans that we would all join
our Mom and UncleDad in Florida this year for the holidays.
I'm not sure what we were doing, most likely just talking together on IM, but Marco was being very quiet. I asked him what was
wrong and he told me that nothing was wrong, he was just thinking. So I asked him what he was thinking about. He said that he was
just sitting there thinking how great it would be if I could go to Holland so I could spend Christmas with him. And then we could be
with each other on the first day of the New Year, and start it together. It took me all of about 30 seconds to say, "Well then let's do
it!" He was kind of surprised and said, "Really? You would come here again? That would be great!" And within the week, I had my
plane ticket. This was gonna work out wonderful. Although, it would be kind of sad that I wasn't with any of my family. But I would
get to be with Marco, which out-weighed any of the negative aspects of not being with my family for the holidays.
The plane trip this time wasn't nearly as bad as the first. I still thought of crashing, I still needed a cigarette, and I still couldn't
sleep. But with excitement rather than anxiety of meeting Marco this time, it wasn't so bad. There was however, one thing that
bothered me through the entire flight. It was this trailor-park hag that was sitting in front of me. Now my legs are long, so when
somebody in front of me puts their seat ALL the way back, it sort of bugs the shit out of me. But, I deal with it. However, when the
bitch sitting in front of me not only had her seat back the entire time, but KEPT it back while the meals were being served, well, it
was time she was taught a lesson in airplane etiquette.
So for the remainder of the flight (about 6 hours to go when this little game began) I fukked with her. Whenever she sat up to grab
her glass of whatever it was she was drinking, I would push my knees all the way into her seat, thus pushing it a little more upright.
I would keep them there until she had her drink in her hand and sat back to enjoy it. Because she had sat up, she would never
realize that the seat was a little higher than when she left it. She also never shut up with her stupid backwoods hick Texas accent.
The only time in fact that she did shut up, was when she was shoveling food into her mouth or taking a drink. Since there was no
food around right now (besides the stash that she had in her seat pocket I'm sure) I knew that when I didn't hear that aggravating
voice, she was taking a drink. And that is when I would quickly move my knees off of her seat, causing her to drop backwards about
6 inches.
I have to admit, the first time I heard her complain about spilling her drink on herself, I laughed out loud and got a great big
smile on my face. By the 5th or 6th time I did it, I figured she was just plain stupid and deserved anything she got! hahaha I
honestly don't know how many times I caused her to spill something, but it was a lot. And since I couldn't sleep, I figured she
shouldn't be allowed to either. So I fukked with her seat the whole time she was trying to sleep also. Juvenile maybe, but it sure
made the flight go by fast. Besides, this hag seriously was getting on my nerves. The stewardesses would come around with a tray of
snacks, meant for each person to take ONE. This woman would take one of everything! OhMyGawd, she was freaking me out.
The best part though was near the end of the trip, when they came around with hot towels. They are handed out so you can sort of
freshen up a bit after the long trip. Now mind you, they are holding these towels on a tray, you can see steam rising from them, and
the stewardesses are using tongs to hand them out as they say, "HOT towel?" It takes a special kind of stupid to not realize that
these towels are gonna be hot. And this woman won that title. She had no fukkin clue why they were handing them out, all she knew
is that "she was gonna git her one of them thar free towels!" I swear, I think I even saw the stewardess laugh when this witch
grabbed the towel off the tong, realized it was hot, said, "Ouch that's hot", then dropped it on her lap. (Remember, she's a special
kind of stupid) When it was cool enough for her to hold, she picked it up and just held it out in front of her, not having the slightest
clue why she was given this. She looked around to see what other people were doing with their nifty free towel that she just HAD to
have. She finally saw someone using it to, OhMyGawd, believe it or not, wipe their skin! Wow! What a concept! Apparently her and
the kinfolk just jump into the pond down yonder to wash their skin. She finally took the damn friggin towel and dabbed it over her
face. Hell, I was kind of hoping that her husband would take his and shove it down her throat to gag her for the remainder of the
trip! But no such luck. Damnit.
The plane finally landed and I was able to get away from this freak of nature that had been sitting in front of me for over 8 hours.
Good riddance! This time I had landed a little later in the morning, which meant the airport was crowded. And since this was in
Holland rather than Ireland, the signs weren't written in English. But I wasn't worried, after all, I was now a worldwide traveler,
and would act as such. (hahaha yeah right!) It took me walking around in a giant circle 3 times before finally admitting to myself
that I was definitely lost. So I stopped, looked around, went back to the original place I had arrived, and once again tried to find my
way out. By pure luck, since I couldn't read any of the signs, I eventually found the luggage terminal. (Damn this was easier than
last time!)
When I got to the carousel I found my 2 bags right away. Now let me explain why I had 2 pieces of luggage. I had all of my
belongings in the same bag that I used last time. The other bag, the one that barely made it under the allotted weight limit, was
filled with Christmas gifts for Marco. Besides having to lug this huge heavy ass thing around, I had to pay an extra $125 to have it
checked. It wouldn't have been that full if it weren't for him on a daily basis saying, "What did you get me? How many gifts do I
have now? Go buy more! I must have more!" hahaha (remember, I keep telling you he's so cute) At one point while I was packing,
the suitcase with the gifts was too full to close it. So believe it or not, I took some of my things out of my bag just so his damn
presents would fit. Oh well, he was worth it.
So now I had my bags, which were pulling my arm out of my socket as I carried them. I found the next customs counter, went
through, and saw Marco standing there waiting for me. I can't even describe how different it was this time. Not one bit of stress, no
nervousness, no anxiety. We smiled, said hello, hugged, and then I told him to take one of these damn bags before my arms broke.
We headed to the parking garage to find his car. There was no stress this time, but I was still tired as hell from traveling for so
long. So when we kept walking and walking and never reached his car, I asked him how much further it would be. That's when he
told me he couldn't remember where he parked. hahaha What a man! I told him that he better find it soon because otherwise I was
stopping right where I was, having a cigarette, and he could come find my ass! hahaha Yup, looked like our honeymoon stage was
definitely over. Continue
had happened during this time. The other person was quickly fading out of the picture, while Marco and I grew closer every day.
We still had no idea when we would be able to see each other again, but as hard as it was, we were both willing to wait.
Christmas was coming up quickly, and for the first time ever, I was not looking forward to it. Just as Mother's Day was hard not
having my Grandmother there for the first time in my life, Christmas was sure to be twice as hard. The last thing I wanted to do was
be around my entire family, knowing that she should be there with us. But, my sisters and I had made plans that we would all join
our Mom and UncleDad in Florida this year for the holidays.
I'm not sure what we were doing, most likely just talking together on IM, but Marco was being very quiet. I asked him what was
wrong and he told me that nothing was wrong, he was just thinking. So I asked him what he was thinking about. He said that he was
just sitting there thinking how great it would be if I could go to Holland so I could spend Christmas with him. And then we could be
with each other on the first day of the New Year, and start it together. It took me all of about 30 seconds to say, "Well then let's do
it!" He was kind of surprised and said, "Really? You would come here again? That would be great!" And within the week, I had my
plane ticket. This was gonna work out wonderful. Although, it would be kind of sad that I wasn't with any of my family. But I would
get to be with Marco, which out-weighed any of the negative aspects of not being with my family for the holidays.
The plane trip this time wasn't nearly as bad as the first. I still thought of crashing, I still needed a cigarette, and I still couldn't
sleep. But with excitement rather than anxiety of meeting Marco this time, it wasn't so bad. There was however, one thing that
bothered me through the entire flight. It was this trailor-park hag that was sitting in front of me. Now my legs are long, so when
somebody in front of me puts their seat ALL the way back, it sort of bugs the shit out of me. But, I deal with it. However, when the
bitch sitting in front of me not only had her seat back the entire time, but KEPT it back while the meals were being served, well, it
was time she was taught a lesson in airplane etiquette.
So for the remainder of the flight (about 6 hours to go when this little game began) I fukked with her. Whenever she sat up to grab
her glass of whatever it was she was drinking, I would push my knees all the way into her seat, thus pushing it a little more upright.
I would keep them there until she had her drink in her hand and sat back to enjoy it. Because she had sat up, she would never
realize that the seat was a little higher than when she left it. She also never shut up with her stupid backwoods hick Texas accent.
The only time in fact that she did shut up, was when she was shoveling food into her mouth or taking a drink. Since there was no
food around right now (besides the stash that she had in her seat pocket I'm sure) I knew that when I didn't hear that aggravating
voice, she was taking a drink. And that is when I would quickly move my knees off of her seat, causing her to drop backwards about
6 inches.
I have to admit, the first time I heard her complain about spilling her drink on herself, I laughed out loud and got a great big
smile on my face. By the 5th or 6th time I did it, I figured she was just plain stupid and deserved anything she got! hahaha I
honestly don't know how many times I caused her to spill something, but it was a lot. And since I couldn't sleep, I figured she
shouldn't be allowed to either. So I fukked with her seat the whole time she was trying to sleep also. Juvenile maybe, but it sure
made the flight go by fast. Besides, this hag seriously was getting on my nerves. The stewardesses would come around with a tray of
snacks, meant for each person to take ONE. This woman would take one of everything! OhMyGawd, she was freaking me out.
The best part though was near the end of the trip, when they came around with hot towels. They are handed out so you can sort of
freshen up a bit after the long trip. Now mind you, they are holding these towels on a tray, you can see steam rising from them, and
the stewardesses are using tongs to hand them out as they say, "HOT towel?" It takes a special kind of stupid to not realize that
these towels are gonna be hot. And this woman won that title. She had no fukkin clue why they were handing them out, all she knew
is that "she was gonna git her one of them thar free towels!" I swear, I think I even saw the stewardess laugh when this witch
grabbed the towel off the tong, realized it was hot, said, "Ouch that's hot", then dropped it on her lap. (Remember, she's a special
kind of stupid) When it was cool enough for her to hold, she picked it up and just held it out in front of her, not having the slightest
clue why she was given this. She looked around to see what other people were doing with their nifty free towel that she just HAD to
have. She finally saw someone using it to, OhMyGawd, believe it or not, wipe their skin! Wow! What a concept! Apparently her and
the kinfolk just jump into the pond down yonder to wash their skin. She finally took the damn friggin towel and dabbed it over her
face. Hell, I was kind of hoping that her husband would take his and shove it down her throat to gag her for the remainder of the
trip! But no such luck. Damnit.
The plane finally landed and I was able to get away from this freak of nature that had been sitting in front of me for over 8 hours.
Good riddance! This time I had landed a little later in the morning, which meant the airport was crowded. And since this was in
Holland rather than Ireland, the signs weren't written in English. But I wasn't worried, after all, I was now a worldwide traveler,
and would act as such. (hahaha yeah right!) It took me walking around in a giant circle 3 times before finally admitting to myself
that I was definitely lost. So I stopped, looked around, went back to the original place I had arrived, and once again tried to find my
way out. By pure luck, since I couldn't read any of the signs, I eventually found the luggage terminal. (Damn this was easier than
last time!)
When I got to the carousel I found my 2 bags right away. Now let me explain why I had 2 pieces of luggage. I had all of my
belongings in the same bag that I used last time. The other bag, the one that barely made it under the allotted weight limit, was
filled with Christmas gifts for Marco. Besides having to lug this huge heavy ass thing around, I had to pay an extra $125 to have it
checked. It wouldn't have been that full if it weren't for him on a daily basis saying, "What did you get me? How many gifts do I
have now? Go buy more! I must have more!" hahaha (remember, I keep telling you he's so cute) At one point while I was packing,
the suitcase with the gifts was too full to close it. So believe it or not, I took some of my things out of my bag just so his damn
presents would fit. Oh well, he was worth it.
So now I had my bags, which were pulling my arm out of my socket as I carried them. I found the next customs counter, went
through, and saw Marco standing there waiting for me. I can't even describe how different it was this time. Not one bit of stress, no
nervousness, no anxiety. We smiled, said hello, hugged, and then I told him to take one of these damn bags before my arms broke.
We headed to the parking garage to find his car. There was no stress this time, but I was still tired as hell from traveling for so
long. So when we kept walking and walking and never reached his car, I asked him how much further it would be. That's when he
told me he couldn't remember where he parked. hahaha What a man! I told him that he better find it soon because otherwise I was
stopping right where I was, having a cigarette, and he could come find my ass! hahaha Yup, looked like our honeymoon stage was
definitely over. Continue
