Quick, a private jet lands in your backyard and the pilot tells you that you have a two week vacation to anywhere in the world, where do you go?
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Quick, a private jet lands in your backyard and the pilot tells you that you have a two week vacation to anywhere in the world, where do you go?
First of all I have to stage the backyard. I'd be playing a heated game of Phase 10 on the back porch with Tracey, Julie and Emily. We jump in and head off the see my brother in Portland, OR. He just moved there and needs some love from his most annoying sister and her friends. Then off to N.O.L.A. I need a fix!
OK, after thinking about it, I'd have the jet pick up Aaron first, then hit my back yard to pick up me and the girls and then we'd all head to N.O.L.A. I know a CH2 that needs some good ol' Indiana love!!!
DO we have to come back?
Ireland.
Assuming it was specifically for tourism reasons.
Australia here I come, I'd be going alone though cause Tammy won't fly.
i get the chainsaw and a wood burning stove because the pilot must have taken out half my woods to land the jet.
then if the offer's still up, we go to israel... assuming God provides a force field for safety. if no force field, then maybe madagascar or australia?
Hoping he didn't land on my dog or my kids outside, I would have him go pick up my mom in Kansas and bring her to my house to watch the kids. Then, James and I would be whisked off to a small seaside town in Italy.
new zealand. quick fast and in a hurry please
If it's for two weeks I'd hit Europe: England & Scotland, France, Italy, Switzerland, Germany, maybe Spain as well. If time permitted I'd go to Japan by way of Australia. Oh, and if it's in a week I'd stop off in Beijing, China to watch some Olympic events! Go USA!!!
Well,the way my luck goes, the plane would shoot off course and hit my house instead of the yard, crash into me, mess up my hampster game,break an arm and leg and leave me in the hospital for 2 weeks. Seriously? England to check out abby road, strawberry fields and the barbershop on the corner of penny lane. For those of you not understanding what these places refer to. THE BEATLES!
Europe! and then I would bribe the pilot with life time free haircuts to take me to a beautiful island with crystal water and white sand with a place with the AC set at 66* just in case. Eventually I might come home....