Delta 281

That was my flight number, Delta 281. Seat 47G. Coach. Boarding zone 2 (thanks Delta Gold AMEX). The first day of my trip will be called Delta 281 because the flight was 24 hours, I went through 12 timezones, it was Friday when I left Atlanta and Sunday when I got to Singapore and mostly when I think about it too much the time change really confuses me and it just doesn't feel right calling that "one day".

I finished packing on Friday morning, the day I was supposed to leave. It was kind of surreal to think that in a few short hours (be serious, as I already mentioned, it was a 24 hour flight) I would be on the complete other side of the world with Will. I was excited and super anxious, that although I had packed my entire closet, I would not be prepared clothing wise to be in Singapore for 2 weeks. Yeah, I said it. I mean you tell me what I'm supposed to wear to ride an elephant.

The person that convinced me to start the blog up again and write about my trip specifically requested that I write about what I ate every day. So here goes...
Friday morning I woke up, convinced by Will and my mother that I wouldn't eat another decent meal again for at least 24 hours, I went to Chick-fil-A and got a four pack of chicken minis. Chicken minis 1-3 went down fine, but mini number 4 did not, it was gross and fatty. This disgusting bit of knowledge is important to remember when I speak about eating chicken. I think that about 65% of all chicken is non-edible, it's fatty or has a weird slightly discolored spot (slightly discolored spots on anything should never be eaten) or maybe during the cooking process it has doubled back on itself thus making it impossible to see if that part is pure chicken or fatty chicken, so it becomes non-eaten chicken.
Will also recommended that I bring snacks on the plane because everyone knows plane food is gross. So I bought Special K cereal bars, Goldfish, Honey Nut Cheerios and, after being locked in a fierce debate with myself about whether to go with Bold and Spicy Chex Mix or Gardettos, (the dettos won, duh) I was set for my in-flight snack.

Airplane meal #1
I went with chicken instead of the Asian beef. In my experience its better to go with mass produced chicken than mass produced Asian beef. It's a lesser of 2 evils kind of thing if you will. The chicken was not real chicken, I think it was the fused together kind so I did not eat it. (Add fused together chicken to the above list of kinds of chicken I do not eat.) Determined to not offend the flight attendant so that he would in turn not short me on beverages, I pretended to eat my chicken. You know the old move-the-food-around-on-your-plate-so-it-looks-like-you-ate-a-lot-but-actually-you-just-moved-the-food-around. But I did not touch the "shrimp cocktail". I'm never even going to pretend to eat airplane "shrimp cocktail".
Airplane meal #2
A turkey sandwich with a banana. The only normal food they served on the whole flight and I didn't eat it. Why? I had just devoured my Gardettos (solid choice MJ) a mere 5 minutes before they starting passing out the turkey sandwiches. I was worried that the western man and his mail order Asian bride next to me would judge me for eating right after the first meal was served, I mean after all, I am very good at moving food around on a plate to make it look like I ate it (been doing that with my great aunt's ham with ketchup glaze for as long as I can remember). So I waited a respectable amount of time to "eat again". Also, something about a banana that is served at 35,000 feet off the ground makes it very stinky. Very. Stinky.
Airplane meal #3
Breakfast, my favorite. I knew from the menu that breakfast would be a choice between fried rice or a turkey sausage and cheese omelet with roasted potatoes and fresh fruit. Umm I'm not Asian, omelet please.
I'm still upset with myself for eating that omelet. Also, like bananas, something about turkey sausage served 35,000 feet off the ground makes it stink. For real.
Airplane meal #4
Not even sure what it was. But I declined it. Manners be damned. My stomach was still mad about the omelet. And the smell of bananas and turkey sausage was almost bad enough that I didn't enjoy my all-8-movie Harry Potter Marathon. Jealous?

But I made it. I'm here. Lots of pictures to come for sure. And shorter posts. And less about food. Promise.