A Brief Break

new zealand air's very own david pritchard visited me and my hardwood floor this past wednesday and though we may have walked too much and i may have talked too much, it was an absolutely great weekend.

for one, the very idea of hanging out with someone i hadn't seen in a year-- and had only seen in the audience of a double-decker tour-- excites me. but more than that, i do love hearing other workers of the hospitality industry explain their pet peeves.

"when you go to refill their water," david was explaining, "most people will lift their cup up and block the pitcher. but there is that rare few, the ones that decide-- for whatever reason-- to just move their cup out of the way at the very last second. and i spill water all over their crotch and they just glare."

we had a bit of food at the cheesecake factory (which i'm told wins the hearts of any new zealand air's folk) and then made our way slowly up the hill and back home. david is a kind an entertaining gentlemen and we lightly made fun of a variety of countries based on loosely generalized statements regarding our experience with vacationers-- and that was oddly refreshing.

there was also a small photo-walk in which travis (d) joined travis (b), david and i. and in which i unfolded a stray piece of binder paper only to discover fresh semen. that wasn't a whole lot of fun.

then, a block later, david found scraps of binder paper and picked them up with hesitation. his findings didn't have baby-batter, but it wasn't a lot better than what i'd found.

in fact, it may have been from the same notepad of debauchery. tasty.

anyway, it was a quick but pleasant trip-- and definitely goes down in my books as "revolutionary" after all, david was the first city sightseeing rider to add me on facebook as a friend and now is officially the first to extend beyond the bus, beyond digital and into the confines of my tiny apartment.

i left mr. pritchard with my uk version of harold & maude and he left me with two packs of new zealand air playing cards and four new zealand air pens. i think that and a suit may just be enough to convince strangers i too am a flight attendant.

i can't wait for mr. craig's trip from wisconsin.

we all ought to do this more often: hang out at semi-strangers houses and trade toys, debate about mindless things, and drink beers all while occasionally finding sperm on a sheet of binder paper.

it's good times.