11 March Boston-Detroit
GangGreen European Tour March/April 2007
We arrive at Boston’s logan airport in plenty of time thanks to a ride from Wally’s Mom. Thanks Mrs. G! We’re off to Frankfurt via Detroit. (I know, don’t ask.) The flight from Boston to Detroit on Northwest Airlines is enjoyable and largely uneventful. However, we arrive half an hour late and have about twenty minutes to get across 30 gates to departure gate.
Enroute we spot a bar called “SlapShots”. Now I don’t know about you but I’m thinking if you find yourself in “Hockey City” and see a bar called “SlapShots” you gotta stop and have a shot. So three minutes and $20 later with our names being called over the PA we trot up to the gate and board.
Then the trouble begins. We settle in to our seats and the Purser, Robert comes over to us. As loudly and obnoxiously as possible Bobby calls out (I think he was speaking to Chris) “Sir, a member of the flight crew detected the smell of alcohol on you breath. Sir, have you been drinking?” We admit to our shot and Robbie continues, “Sir, you will not be served alcohol on this flight.” I attempt to ask “wha…?” and Robert turns his back on us, screeching “Sir, thank you. Sir, thank you.”
So, resigned to an alcohol free flight we settle in. I start to nod off and Chris and Wally try to relax by watching “Airheads” on Wally’s portable DVD player. This is a big no-no since electronic devices are supposed to be turned off for take off. OOPS.
So seconds later here comes Bobby again with his Cap’n. Cap’n starts reading us the riot act, offers us to opportunity to get of the flight with no repercussions or continue on with the knowledge that if he has to after take off he’ll “put the bird down” and we’ll be arrested. We agree to behave and follow El Capitan’s direction and he returns to his seat.
The plane moves away from the terminal and we’re on our way. We all start napping but Bobby ain’t gonna let this go. So we soon hear an announcement that the plan is returning to the terminal for “administrative reasons” and, guess what? That’s US! So back to the terminal and the 5-0 boards the plane and we’re off the plane and back in the terminal. Now, we’re fucked. I blow up at everyone I see in aNorthwest Airlines uniform which does squat. We’re now stuck in Detroit for another 24 hours.
I let Germany know that we ain’t gonna make the Schweinfurt show and off we go to our Super 8 in crackytown, MI
We arrive at Boston’s logan airport in plenty of time thanks to a ride from Wally’s Mom. Thanks Mrs. G! We’re off to Frankfurt via Detroit. (I know, don’t ask.) The flight from Boston to Detroit on Northwest Airlines is enjoyable and largely uneventful. However, we arrive half an hour late and have about twenty minutes to get across 30 gates to departure gate.
Enroute we spot a bar called “SlapShots”. Now I don’t know about you but I’m thinking if you find yourself in “Hockey City” and see a bar called “SlapShots” you gotta stop and have a shot. So three minutes and $20 later with our names being called over the PA we trot up to the gate and board.
Then the trouble begins. We settle in to our seats and the Purser, Robert comes over to us. As loudly and obnoxiously as possible Bobby calls out (I think he was speaking to Chris) “Sir, a member of the flight crew detected the smell of alcohol on you breath. Sir, have you been drinking?” We admit to our shot and Robbie continues, “Sir, you will not be served alcohol on this flight.” I attempt to ask “wha…?” and Robert turns his back on us, screeching “Sir, thank you. Sir, thank you.”
So, resigned to an alcohol free flight we settle in. I start to nod off and Chris and Wally try to relax by watching “Airheads” on Wally’s portable DVD player. This is a big no-no since electronic devices are supposed to be turned off for take off. OOPS.
So seconds later here comes Bobby again with his Cap’n. Cap’n starts reading us the riot act, offers us to opportunity to get of the flight with no repercussions or continue on with the knowledge that if he has to after take off he’ll “put the bird down” and we’ll be arrested. We agree to behave and follow El Capitan’s direction and he returns to his seat.
The plane moves away from the terminal and we’re on our way. We all start napping but Bobby ain’t gonna let this go. So we soon hear an announcement that the plan is returning to the terminal for “administrative reasons” and, guess what? That’s US! So back to the terminal and the 5-0 boards the plane and we’re off the plane and back in the terminal. Now, we’re fucked. I blow up at everyone I see in aNorthwest Airlines uniform which does squat. We’re now stuck in Detroit for another 24 hours.
I let Germany know that we ain’t gonna make the Schweinfurt show and off we go to our Super 8 in crackytown, MI
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