Looks like I made it.

It took me all of about 13 seconds to fall asleep on the plane from LAX. By the time we took off it was nearly 3 am east coast time, and mama was T-I-RED. Those of you who know me know I like to fall asleep with to the soothing sounds of a television. That sort of screwed me, as the flight attendants kept coming by to turn my tv off, which would then wake me up. They also woke me to ask if I wanted to eat, and to ask me to “put my seat up as courtesy to the person behind me who were eating.” MAYBE YOU SHOULD DO ME THE COURTESY OF NOT WAKING ME UP. But actually they did it in the sweetest way, so it was hard to be mad. If only my mom had ever waken me up that gently and politely.

Of the three hours I spent onboard not asleep (out of 14…yay me), I spent two watching Sex and the City II. Worst shit I’ve ever seen. It’s like they spent two years in a room coming up with the dumbest and dirtiest puns they could think of, and then built a movie around it. I told myself I was glad I didn’t pay to see it in the theater, but then realized I basically just paid $900 to see it, so joke’s on me. There were also a ton of people on my flight heading for some special program where they spend 6 months in Antarctica. That would be an awesome program to do…if it didn’t involve Antarctica.

So yada yada, landed in NZed (apparently Kiwi’s hate when Americans say “zee” because they pronouce it “Zed”) and was greeted with open arms as promised by Liza. It is very surreal to be here in a country so far away with Liza, who has basically made this country her bitch. We hopped on the bus to the Auckland wharf, and after a quick coffee (a flat white to be precise), we grabbed a ferry to Waiheke, destination number one of our NZed adventure. 30 minutes later when we docked, we’d exhausted all the stories I’d been saving to tell her, and all the gossip from back home. Just great.