Bachelorhood

So there's roughly about 3.5 weeks left of my bachelorhood life left. I don't know if that's sucken in yet because I've been so busy. The weeks have been flying by so I'm not really sure if I'd notice. Pfffft, like I was such a party animal before my life would be changing so drastically?

So am I ready? Yeah I guess so. Everything so far has been going the way we've planned it. My first stop is to fly up to Hong Kong first for the big 200+ people reception dinner that precedes our wedding ceremony. Yeah, it's a little backwards because my fiancee is moving here. So we got a dinner first in HK, ceremony here, and then another smaller reception again over here.

It's going to be HOT. I'm not looking forward to that. You've never felt hot until you've felt hot in Hong Kong. It's like super high humidity. I keed you not - if you have glasses, the minute you step out of a building your glasses would be completely fogged up. I'm going to be in some kind of suit or tux for this event and I don't know if I could hold up. I'll just have to run from one air conditioned room to another.

I'm not looking forward to the plane ride over either. Last time I made the trip I didn't do so well the last 3 hours of the journey...I started looking for barf bags already. Is it just me or do flights no longer give barf bags in the back seats? I don't remember seeing one in years. Flying towards HK is a bit longer then coming back. Coming back is easy.

I better get used to it. I wouldn't be surprised this journey over eventually becomes an annual trip. I have an uncle & aunt that travels between LA and HK regularly like that. Of course they always fly first class so they can sleep the whole way. I have to find a way to do that eventually. I think if I had more seat space on flights I wouldn't have such a hard time. I figure I'll start seriously recording frequent flier miles.

When I fly it's sometimes pretty embarrassing. I just HAVE to have something to do. So the contents of my entire carry-on is entertainment. I'll have a stock of some cookies & candy, my PSP, my iPod, & a book. That may not sound so bad, but I can't stick on one object for more then 10 or 15 minutes then I have to shift to another. It's like I get attention deficit disorder on the plane. Must be the air.

My back is usually killing me by the 4th or 5th hour on the plane seats too. I pity any hijacker that would be on any of my flights because by the last half of the trip I'm so upset I think the alternative of getting out of my seat to wrestle a hijacker with a box cutter would actually seem like a welcome respite. Sad huh?

UGH. I should stop thinking about the journey, it's making me sick already. Yet, I love BEING in a different country. I'm going to pray to the tech god that someone invents a teleporter soon.