Flygplansfauna

Okay - i'm writing in english since Hannas MacBook aint got our beloved dotty letters.

I'm finally here, downtown San Fran - kingdom of full floor 80-ish carpets. Let me start by saying the trip was a complete disaster. First off i got an offer of earning $1000 in Copenhagen by doing nothing. An overbooked flight meant a chance to get a top notch room, an earlier flight tomorrow and some cash. Unfortunately i had to pass because of our tight schedule. It hurt my small-landish heart.

Then it was the basic yucky things... worst spot ever, in the middle of the mid seats, chatty people around me and brutal turbulence while writing the green card and eating. Resulting in a suspiscious home land security officer and dotty cotton pants. Staying 16 hours in two different metal tubes don't make you smell that good either. Second tube had some problems with the landing gear so we got delayed by 30 minutes before we could land and the old mexican woman next to me started ramblin religious stuff, shaking frenetically - in total belief of imminent death. I dont speak spanish so i just held her hand, and she squeezed the last drops of water out of me.

I did see the end of mine and Bellas movie 28 dresses (was it 28?), did see the bucket list as recommended by Nina and also Shine a light as totally neccessary for myself. Last one was awesome. Keith is Keith again in that one, as portraied in the latest issue of Esquire. A must on DVD later this year. Rock'n'roll won't be the same when these guys quit/die. "It's good to see you. It's good to see anybody!"

Don't buy a chipotle chicken wrap... EVER. Tastes like vomit and more important. Smells like vomit. Double blah!

Tomorrow we're going to Los Angeles. Birthday party and a seven hour trip - will be a piece of cake after the 30 hours of hell i've just been through.

Miss you guys from home! Love ya!

John Henrik Andersson - Legal immigrant