Happy New Year!

It's 2010, Holy crap. It feels like the future. I spent my New Year's Eve on an airplane coming back from CA. I asked the flight attendant (a little man who resembled Bob Barker, only better looking) if we were gonna celebrate at midnight. He said, "Oh honey, this is gonna be a regular charter plane. We'll all be sleeping." I said, "Oh, come on!"

At first I thought it was gonna be a party. There was a guy next to the window, and an empty seat, then me. This woman from Puerto Rico in the row in front of us told me that she and her family were traveling together, and their seats were all over. She smelled of alcohol, but had an energetic vibe. I moved to the middle seat and let her dad sit in my aisle seat. He didn't speak English that well. I told him I'd practice my Spanish, and said, "Feliz Navidad!"

The woman said she was going to Boston, but it might be risky with her sweatshirt (a Yankees sweatshirt). I said, "I'm a New Yorker!" and we high fived. We made a little noise, and I thought, "Now this is where the party's at!" The dad, whose head looked like a turtle's, smiled politely and had a blank look in his eyes. A minute later, the flight attendant said there were four seats in a row in the back, and the spunky woman said, "Vamanos!" They all got up, Papi very confused, and moved. End of party.

At midnight, most everyone was sleeping, but I looked over at my aislemate, who had his eyes open. I said, "It's midnight. Happy New Year!" Then I went to the bathroom and said to the flight attendants, "Happy New Year!" They said, "Oh, is it midnight? Oh yeah!" I asked why there were no streamers and hats, and one of them said, "Yeah, I did that once during a flight. We didn't want to wake anyone up."

LAME!!! Oh well, it's 2010. The future is here.