I was on a 12 hour flight.. heavy flatulence
.. The hot silents that smell like sulfur + feces.
To play it off I'd turn around and look at the nearby lavatory and cringe or shake my head every so often. I could see it was taking a toll on the other passengers. After a particulary nasty one, the lady across the aisle was furiously pressing the flight attendant call button. No one came.
1. Thank god, I already thought we wouldn't hear a single fart story.
2. Here's are my awkward moments for the week:
Started drinking at three in the afternoon with about half of my graduating class from HS- around Christmas when everyone's home you traditionally get drunk on hard liquour walking outside in the cold for a few hours. Later we went to a restaurant where we had a separate room and tables set for us 45 people. Guess what happens- some people come in later (getting even more wasted on the alcohol they brought along outside) and people figured they'd just take some silverware and a chair away from the 'empty' table and move to another table (b/c the one tabel was so 'empty'). I went outside for a drunk call (usually longer than one thinks) and when I came back there was no one left at the table.
I stood there for about ten seconds (don't forget I was already hammered) until I figured out what to do while two people were just looking at me...
Needless to say we didn't all went back to the empty table to sit there comfortably - squeezed onto another table and it was fun all around.
The bigger story though is that later at night we went to a club and I ended up being one of the last guys there. So I started chatting up this girl that stood around there with some guy- eventually he pulls out a business card that said he was the CEO of some company (turns out a nursing service he took over after his mother who had founded the company died) trying to show off.
Funnily enough though, I had the business card of a young high-profile german IP-lawyer (PhD, LL.M from Yale) in my wallet.
With all self-assuredness only drunken people have I pulled that one out and handed it to him- his grin quickly changed to nothing but a blank stare.
But here's the fun part- this lawyer actually looks very similar to me (I have both told and apologized to him), after a night in the club he might actually confuse us two and believe that sh**.
Do I need to mention that he didn't take the girl home/ rather her place that is.
P.S. I actually chatted that lawyer up with- a) Do you know lawyer XYZ and b) is that a Borrelli shirt? Both accounts were straight 'yes' and we had a great talk among clotheshorses. He was really surprised to see a student identify that and asked me how I did it (saw a button, the stitching and most of all a guy who was obviously dressed in expensive clothes and cared; money and little time= Borrelli).
Landed me an invitation for lunch though...