Dumb and Dumber Do Paris

Written in Paris, published in Berlin--

Shout-out to Kerry for dropping us at the airport (even though it was the wrong te4rminal...)

We just finished the first leg of our journey, a flight from JFK to Paris.  Both 'drews agreed that the trip called to mind several scenes from Dumb and Dumber.  While we could probably make anything resemble that cinematic classic, these similarities were striking.  

First of all, remember that scene when Lloyd tricks the waitress into having C-Bass (Seabass? Sebas, like short for Sebastian?) pay for their meal? Harry completely takes advantage of it and loads up on newspapers, beef jerky, and pretty much anything else he can get his hands on.

Well, that was the 'drews when they discovered that beer, wine, and cognac were complementary on the flight.  We carried a litre (Eurospeak) of rum onto the plane (Duty Free!), then ordered four Heinekens, two bottles of red wine (airline-sized, but still), and two Barbie-sized* bottles of cognac.  Let's just say the stewardesses were not pleased.  And, yes, we still call them stewardesses.  

Which brings us to our second Dumb and Dumber parallel.  It's pretty simple, really.  The stewardesses were very rude to the 'drews, who made every effort to keep the noise to a minimum (even sleeping for several hours) and clean up after themselves.  I mean, we didn't even come close to drinking all that booze.  Our seat partner, Lulu, even told us that she enjoyed our company.  Still, the stewardesses were not amused.  At one point, Kendrew whispered, "I don't know, Lloyd, the French are assholes."

One last note: Kendrew didn't exactly have the Mile High experience he always dreamed about.  A few minutes of his flight had eerie similarities to that scene where C-Bass barges in on Lloyd in the bathroom.

*Ken(drew) loves Barbie: