Shame and a Plane

Recently I’ve discovered that my taste buds have taken a turn for the worse. You see it all started last Wednesday when I boarded a plane and was offered lunch. Now I don’t think it’s really necessary to tell any of you that airplane food is disgusting, because if you’ve ever been on an airplane than you should now, but just in case I have some none airplane traveling readers I’m going to tell you, airplane food is disgusting, nasty, unpleasant, not nice and whatever other adjective you can think of for “bad” pretty much describes airplane food.

Well on this fateful Wednesday I ate airplane food and you guys, I liked it. I hung my head, after I ate the whole thing of course, in complete in shame. I think it’s safe to say I don’t know what good food is anymore, or at least my taste buds don’t.
Now that I’ve got that off my chest ya’ll are probably wondering why I was boarding a plane and where I was going. Just for fun, I’m not going to tell you. Well, not now anyway. Next post will be the big reveal with balloons, crepe paper, sparklers, the works. Please feel free to cast your guess now and if you’re right, well than you my friend will be getting non other than a virtual high five from yours truly. Yeah, I’m really going all out.

A hint: 5 day, 4 nights and this is all that I brought:

I know, I’m impressed too. Not only have my taste buds revolted but I’ve become incredibly low-maintenance. I'm beginning to not even recognize myself, and you know what, I kind of like it.