Day 1 Sunday February 5th 2006: The Road to Singapore

Ok. So maybe it wasn't the best decision to have a farewell party ending at 3.15 a.m. when we had to be up three hours later to leave for the airport.
But then maybe it wasn't a good idea for Ross to have spinal surgery six months earlier, a wisdom tooth removed six weeks earlier and my mother a heart attack six days earlier either.
But "que sera sera" and with such recent bad form things had to get better sometime, so why not now?
Ok. So the car taking us to the airport arrived 20 minutes late. Fortunately Ross's painkillers, taken 21 minutes earlier, had just started to kick in so he was beyond caring.
Ross naturally had a trump card to play at the airport: a letter from his pain specialist.
"Please can Ross be excused from flying with the general public today as he has a bad back and is unable to play". What did he expect? A place to stretch out in the hold?
In the end we ended up with an aisle seat. Quite apt, I felt, for a trip to celebrate our silver wedding anniversary.
You know how most air stewards are gay men? Well, we had a lesbian with shaved blonde hair and rectangular horn rimmed glasses. She may not have looked good, but by the end of the 12 hour flight I had been given three lunches, four glasses of champagne, three luxury wash bags and a $50 voucher for duty free, so I'm not complaining.
After a little rest I woke up to see Ross next to me, head back, mouth open with headphones and eye mask.
"My, how attractive you look," I commented.
Turning towards my voice in the darkness he conceded dryly: "So do you."