Saturday, May 1st, 2010 (a little after 8:30am)
It's now 20 minutes to 9 in the morning and we just boarded the plane, headed off to Los Angeles for a few days to surprise my aunt at her surprise birthday party. The weather in NYC is beautiful this morning that it almost makes me sad leaving my adopted hometown. In 20 minutes, we should be up in the air, flying on the newest, most hip airline, Virgin America. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere is a dark, soothing purple...
We are now in the air and it's just my luck that after they turned the "fasten seatbelts" sign and tell everyone that they could get up and use the bathroom, I get up and stand in the line forming in the back of the plane. As soon as I get to the front of it, the captain turns on the light and tells everyone that we are hitting some turbulence and to return to our seats. I stumble back, unable to fulfill my mission...
The party was at a place in Westlake Village called Boccaccio's, an italian restaurant right on a lake. When my aunt arrived with my uncle, the look on her face was priceless. It was a great party.
After the party, we spent the night with my other aunt.
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