I love airplane food. I love airplane food. I've gotten so many weird looks for saying that, but that doesn't matter. I love airplane food.

I know most people hate the stuff. Hell, I know bunch of people that hate flying altogether...and that's totally understandable. You've probably dealt with all this stupid shit.

Like maybe you've had ridiculously narrow seats (cough Philippine Airlines); maybe you've had the kid up front staring at you between the seats for half-a-trip; maybe you've dealt with the guy that bitches every time you recline; maybe you've sat next to the guy that hogs both arm rests (cough dad); maybe you've sat next to some fat ass that snores up a storm and keeps the whole cabin awake (cough me).

To many of you, a plane ride is just a means to an end. But for me, after many years of flying to & from Saudi, and countless two-hour bus trips to Khobar, I've learned to appreciate the journey.

I love flipping through the onboard radio stations. I love flipping through the Sky Mall magazines. I love watching the paranoid flyers freak out during take off and landing. I love waking up to food in front of me. I love how I can stare at my mom's meal tray and she'll instinctively give me her dessert. I love listening to the spanish translation of the onboard movies. I love staring back at those bratty kids to the point that they cry. I love having the flight attendants offer ice cream and chocolate bars, and being able to take as many as you want. I love asking for seconds and receiving twice as much.

I just love the whole flying experience. Airplane food is part of the experience, so naturally, I've grown to love it too.

Anyways, it's vacation time and I'll be rockin' the boat, Saudi Sausage Style, on a one-week booze cruise around the Caribbean! YEAHWHOOOO!!! Catch ya laters!

(And yes, Ariana...you count as a dude.)