|On the plane to Paris
||[Apr. 1st, 1992|09:20 pm]
I'm on the plane now - ha! I rushed to the airport, of course, from the bank. I started with $5,000 in travellers checks and another $5,000 in cash. Fortunately, there was no traffic on the way to the airport, since I got there just in time to check in for the 7:15pm to Paris. Yes, or shall I say, oui?, I'm going to Paris.|
At the airport I washed up and bought some magazines. We took off late, and now it's about halfway through the flight -- I can't sleep, of course. I decided to keep a diary of my trip, I don't know where I'm going beyond there. I'm writing this now on a notepad and a pen I filched from the back of the plane. During a wait for the toilet, I saw them sitting there on a cart and helped myself. I don't know what I'm going to do with this diary: maybe I'll send it home to Alicia, maybe it'll be evidence against me in court. Who knows?
Vivianne, the girl next to me, is asleep. She's 24 and returning home from a business trip in New Jersey. Earlier, she read a Paris newspaper, looking for a new job. She speaks English very well. She has brown nailpolish, accenting her honey-highlighted brown, fine hair, and brown sweater. The blue stripes on the sweater echo her deep, rich blue eyes. She is very pretty. We made smalltalk during the first part of the flight, flirting and comparing notes. She'd never been to the US before this trip, and was generally impressed. She told me that she liked the men the best.
I told her that I'm going over to Paris for the first time to break up with my girlfriend, who is a student in Paris. A complete lie, I know, but it was told with a purpose: I've already gotten Vivianne's number. We might meet up afterwards for a drink and a fuck. I'm all for it: I've heard about French women.
She fell asleep during the stupid movie, a sequel to some action flick I've not seen. I tried to get drunk, but I'm too edgy to do so -- I don't know what to expect when we land. So, now I'm drowsy, but the drone of the engines keeps me awake. I'm going to read my other magazines now. Dawn awaits.