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» Airport Stories
Stag Doo - Amsterdam
Last year A group of us were off to Amsterdam for a weekend of...well...the usual thing 15 20something lads get upto in amsterdam.
Our flight was at 8.30am and the taxi was expertly booked in advance for 5.20 allowing us ample time to arrive and have a few beers pre flight.
It all went wrong from the off when the night before I hit new levels of wreckedness and passed out at around 2ish into a sleepy, beer and w33d induced coma.
Needless to say i slept in, slept in through 14 lads taking it in turns ringing my phone and trying to kick my front door in. The boy was sparko!
I finally come round at 6ish and proceeded in soiling myself before re-grouping and forming another plan.
Can't drive to the airport, my breath alone could still strip paint so made the little boy phone call of a lifetime and rung daddy up for a lift.
He';s there by 10past, i've spoken to the lads who'd had to set off without me and they'd spoke to the gate and managed to keep it open a further 15mins giving me *just* enough time to get there.
There may be a chance yet.
Gather my possessions and we're on the way to Liverpool airport.
I inform Dad en route that we are going to terminal one......
" there's only one fcukin terminal at liverpool, what are you on about?"
cue another phonecall to the boys, yup, should be going to manchester Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii7e, U-turn, we're back on route.
Traffic at this time on a friday morning's absolutley savage so its touch and go all the way.
finally screech up to the airport with minutes to spare, minutes that were duly wasted inside when i couldn't find the gate.
Found the gate and I've made it, they check me in and send me through passport control. beeper goes and i'm searched, no biggy i thought!!
Gets through fine and the euphoria was almost worth nearly missing out, sits down wth the boys, and takes a swig of the pint before me, reach for my ciggies......
...only no ciggies, in their place was the bag of w33d i'd tidied up the night before and stashed in an empty box out of the way.
It felt as though the Gods were testing me, after all the shi7e that had gone on, to top it off, i nearly became the first idiot in history to be caught smuggling w33d into the only country in europe where you can buy it over the counter.
Sorry for the length, first post, not quite as airporty as I thought it was when i started typing.....chin up!
(Wed 8th Mar 2006, 16:50, More)
Stag Doo - Amsterdam
Last year A group of us were off to Amsterdam for a weekend of...well...the usual thing 15 20something lads get upto in amsterdam.
Our flight was at 8.30am and the taxi was expertly booked in advance for 5.20 allowing us ample time to arrive and have a few beers pre flight.
It all went wrong from the off when the night before I hit new levels of wreckedness and passed out at around 2ish into a sleepy, beer and w33d induced coma.
Needless to say i slept in, slept in through 14 lads taking it in turns ringing my phone and trying to kick my front door in. The boy was sparko!
I finally come round at 6ish and proceeded in soiling myself before re-grouping and forming another plan.
Can't drive to the airport, my breath alone could still strip paint so made the little boy phone call of a lifetime and rung daddy up for a lift.
He';s there by 10past, i've spoken to the lads who'd had to set off without me and they'd spoke to the gate and managed to keep it open a further 15mins giving me *just* enough time to get there.
There may be a chance yet.
Gather my possessions and we're on the way to Liverpool airport.
I inform Dad en route that we are going to terminal one......
" there's only one fcukin terminal at liverpool, what are you on about?"
cue another phonecall to the boys, yup, should be going to manchester Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii7e, U-turn, we're back on route.
Traffic at this time on a friday morning's absolutley savage so its touch and go all the way.
finally screech up to the airport with minutes to spare, minutes that were duly wasted inside when i couldn't find the gate.
Found the gate and I've made it, they check me in and send me through passport control. beeper goes and i'm searched, no biggy i thought!!
Gets through fine and the euphoria was almost worth nearly missing out, sits down wth the boys, and takes a swig of the pint before me, reach for my ciggies......
...only no ciggies, in their place was the bag of w33d i'd tidied up the night before and stashed in an empty box out of the way.
It felt as though the Gods were testing me, after all the shi7e that had gone on, to top it off, i nearly became the first idiot in history to be caught smuggling w33d into the only country in europe where you can buy it over the counter.
Sorry for the length, first post, not quite as airporty as I thought it was when i started typing.....chin up!
(Wed 8th Mar 2006, 16:50, More)