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Next Plane Out

This time we are flying Qatar. I admit they have the best safety video ever, all stars Barcelona players. But other than that, once you fly Emirates, your expectations are immediately ruined for the near future. It is like the honey moon in the Maldives. Once you go there then you spend every anniversary wondering when it is reasonable to come come back. You go to the Caribbean and you compare all the things you liked better in the Maldives. And no arrogance (as you are obviously not making it your regular holiday resort), just pure nostalgy of such impressive standards. 
So now we are in Qatar and I wish I was Emirates, even though I am sort of pleased to get some miles into my BA account. The series selection is poor, I don't recognisd any name on the list. I can't do movies as this is a 6 hours flight and I am too tired not to sleep. So I go for music. Nothing compares with the hits year by year that the Emirates offers. But then something calls my attention. Celine Dion, the colour of my love. It's a must. I am sure that I know all the songs by heart even if I have not heard them in over 10 years. I succumb to teenagehood and remember driving in my mum's as she would slow down and emphasise the curve on the road as we screamed out of the top of our lungs "no, no, no, no". For a while, me and Di had a t shirt which said NO! It was ironic, given at the time I was not such a no person, but it felt right! And if you don't know what I am talking about, your are probably born after the 80s. From the Power Of Love to being seriously Misled, you have to Think Twice if your pop culture is really complete if you have never heard Celine Dion. So when you get on the Next Plane Out, make sure you get some Real Emotion and blast the CD in full volume,. Track 3 will bring you an immense need to scram along and say "no no no no"! If it does not, blast it higher.
I am less restless now that I know They will bring me food. In the anxiety to go home and hug my baby ten times before taking off for a week, in an unheard act of defiance of my guilty mother feeling, I realize I have not eaten in 10 hours and my stomach tells me I am not allowed to sleep like this. I blog instead.  Night nigt

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