I guess technically we left on a bus-plane, but who can really keep track at 2:30 in the morning? No one, that's who. The idea was that we were supposed to all go to sleep on the bus and wake up on Vienna time, and granted, I can't speak for everyone else who can't roll up in a ball, hit their fiancee in the face repeatedly and sleep like a rock on a moving object, but for those of us who can, the bus ride was GREAT.
The plane ride was even better. I don't think any of us (being in economy seats...) were expecting a full hot meal of chicken with mashed potatoes and chives, cous cous and smoked salmon, brownies, brandy and champagne. That was most certainly a pleasant surprise. We got nicely tipsy on free booze, and then watched a whole bunch of free movies. I suffered through Shutter Island, and then forced Matt to suffer through New Moon. I then resumed my routine of fiancee hitting and rolling up in a ball and slept all the way there.
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