Me and the "Bird" vs. the Airline Industry

My long-awaited journey to London on Wednesday, August 13th, occurred with no frills whatsoever - oh, except the loss of my baggage. As I sat alone staring into a rainstorm from the Burger King at Waterloo station, I couldn't help but burst out in laughter. I then spoke out loud to myself: "I lost my baggage and don't give a SHIT!". I hadn't cared the least bit, even upon realizing the situation, which definitely puzzled the Virgin Airlines customer service agent at Heathrow. Thus my adventure began.

As I sat there with my double-cheeseburger, my sense of satisfaction that I have absolutely no place to be and nothing to do (for the rest of my life) immediately turned my grin into a look of terror - perhaps the face I made before being pounded in the face with the deer in November 2006. I then had a panic attack. "Jesus...I have no place to be and nothing to do."

After spending the night with a good friend from high school, Dave Moehrman, and his wife, I headed back out to Heathrow upon learning my "big green backpack" had been found. I then met up with Amish Majmundar, a close buddy of mine from college who works for Disney in L.A. and is on temporary assignment in London.

Amish and I arrived in Krakow, Poland via Ryanair late last night (8/15). 30 minutes after "first" take-off, the flight attendant informed us we would return to London and switch planes as a bird had been sucked into the engine. I'd love to know if anyone reading has experienced this? How the hell did they know that a bird was in the engine? The Polish flight attendant was glad to get rid of me (after a few beers at the airport I thought it hilarious to intermittently wave at her and smile while she stared at me shaking her head and frowning). I know Mom...and I do feel bad about that now.

More to come on Krakow, the deer, why I have no place to be and nothing to do, and my 14-day survival excursion. I'm still having a panic attack.