September 5th, 1990

September 5th, 1990

At home, England

Another overnight guest, this time Carl. I picked him up from the bus station this afternoon and we drove over to see mum and dad, who, after hearing about Carl’s antics, were looking forward to meeting him.

I love how friendly and easygoing mum and dad are with my friends. As mum said, “It’s always nice to put a face to the name.” Carl kept us amused with what I later referred to as, “The parent version of your sordid life in the sky.”

From mum and dad’s, we went to Houston’s for dinner, after which Carl coaxed me into seeing “Die Hard II.” Not exactly my first choice but it wasn’t as bad as I expected, although the airplane scenes were (especially for cabin crew!) pretty disturbing.

Toyed with the idea of having a drink afterwards but decided to come back here, which was lucky because while we were looking through a bunch of trip pictures, David rang.

“This is a surprise! Where are you?”

“Still in Tokyo but I’m getting ready to leave.”

Thinking of the cost I said, “I guess this’ll be a quick call.”

“I already tried getting hold of you a few times but…”

“I don’t have an answering machine set up yet.”

From the couch, Carl mouthed, “Is that the yank you’re shagging?”

“I have good and bad news,” David continued, as I waved my hand dismissively at Carl, trying not to laugh.

“Give me the good news first,” I said, trying to ignore Carl as he pranced around the living room, clutching his hand to his chest in an exaggerated fashion.

“I’m flying to Heathrow.”

I felt the smile spread across my face. “Seriously?”

“Uh-huh, I’ll be there tomorrow. You wanna take down the details?”

“Wait a sec, let me grab a pen.”

I gestured for Carl to pass me the pad and pen on the table.

“Ok, go ahead.”

“It’s the BA six. Arrives at..”

“I know the flight, I’ll be waiting for you when you arrive in T four.”

In my excitement, I forgot to ask what the bad news is.

 

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