Holy Shit, It's Happening Again
- by Willa Marie
- Jun 20, 2018
- 2 min read
Hello beautiful people! this is WM welcoming you back to the Thebus O’Donnell Jubilee for the very last time!
Don’t start crying yet though, we have a whole month before it’s all actually over.
At first, I thought that we were going to have your usual 9 hour, movie watching, bored out of your mind flight. Then, as we were sitting in our gate, waiting to board, one of my best friends popped up out of nowhere and said that she was on our flight too! Wow! It was really fun, I switched seats with her mom and she and I played those really stupid video games that are on the screens on over night flights (including loosing a game of chess against a 5 year old robot named Magnus).
When the flight was over Julia (my friend) went off with her family for the rest of their trip.
Now, we didn’t get off on the right foot with the Netherlands when we first landed (that was not the Netherlands fault of course) no, it was more like a jet-lag-motion-sickness-deserted airport-truly-terrible-coffee situation I’m gonna leave it at that, you don’t need to know the details.
This all came to an abrupt halt when our taxi was a Tesla. A Tesla dude. It was awesome, my mom stared around open mouthed for the first few minutes. It was kind of like leaping into the future for a tiny second (I should know, I’ve been to Tokyo).
Anyway, once we pulled ourselves together, we found our hotel in Amsterdam. It was built in an old tire shop and I noticed immediately that almost every door or elevator had some sort of sexual sentiment written on it. Like, “don’t be shy, let’s sleep together” or “Can I see you again?”
That last one was above the towel rack in the bathroom.
That night we walked around and got food and wandered through the parks and streets of Amsterdam and the next morning we were off on the first leg of the jubilee to Norway.
You’ll hear about that in a bit,
Love you, Willa Marie
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