June 17, 2003 – Tuesday

So Sad To Go

After we said our goodbyes to everyone in Jonchery, we made our way to the Charles de Gaulle airport. When we arrived at our gate, a large group of unwashed, nasty looking men were staring at Kelsey and I and making slurping noises in our direction. We chose to ignore it, and just absorbed ourselves in magazines.

My mom joked that with our luck, we would end up sitting near the sleazy guys. Sure enough, she cursed us, and we were caught in the middle of them. We actually got split apart, so that Kelsey was in one row, and I just behind. And we were both sitting next to some of the more unpleasant members of the group. We convinced them with some pains to switch with us so we could sit together.

A nicer member of the group socialized with us for the plane ride. He informed us that they were with the band Mudvayne, who were on tour. He band was up in first class while the roadies got to sit with us in coach. As we wandered through the plane, we come to learn that the man making the slurping noises earlier was actually the lead singer of the band. He apologizes to Kelsey, saying that he just thought I was really cute, and he hoped he hadn’t offended me. He then proceeded to tell me that he had a girlfriend, but that he had always dreamed of joining the mile-high club. I ignored this comment, and wondered to myself why he couldn’t dream of bathing.

The boys of this band were not very bright, and were in the back “sneaking” alcohol from the attendant’s trays. We tried to inform them that everything was gratis on international flights, so they were not actually stealing, but they did not seem to catch on.

We finally made it home, and my brother came and picked me and my parents up, and Micah came for Kelsey.

Thus ends the European adventure.