So I'm sitting on a plane. Not quite minding my own business, but that's not what any public situation calls for. It was cool enough to be sitting next to a pilot for the airline I was flying on. She was cool as can be and I was a bit drunk and only planning on furthering the current situation. First and foremost, I offered her the window seat, which she gladly accepted. My reasoning, quite verbal and obvious, was that I had consumed a few beers and would need access to a reason to get rid of said drinks. We took flight and when I got a bit fidgity, she mentioned it to the attendants... I was flying high. We talked about everything, from basic ettiquite to what went wrong 9/11. Cool as hell to be sitting on the inside. Anyway, and regardless, had a swift, splendid and drunk flight into LAX... perhaps she shouldn't have been told I was reading Crowley's "MAGICK", but she asked and I was drunk and listening to Nirvana... Everyday is a good day... Someone's picking me up...