The second flight is where this story gets sticky. After I volunteered my window seat to a father and daughter, with the promise of a new seat & free drinks- I quickly found out I had nowhere to sit because someone had done a miscount of passengers. An extra person somehow snuck onto the plane and taken my new seat. Where did this leave me, you ask? In the 30 minute commotion that followed, I got to stand with all my bags at the front of the plane, on a sort of very small, very crowded impromptu stage. Everyone got some extremely awkward entertainment as I repeatedly shuffled my bags back and forth every time a pilot or flight attendant needed to get by. Finally when miss sneaky pants was found and asked to leave the plane, I got my seat, and we were off. Little did I know, I got the middle seat between two fellows with some interesting characteristics. Before we were even off the runway I found out that the gentleman to my left was an adult nose picker, and the man to my right was an awake snorer (this one got uncomfortable because I kept thinking he was asleep and looking at him- he probably thought I had a huge crush). Adult nose picker turned out to be a pretty cool guy, so I will pretend he was just getting a hard to reach itch.
The travel to the city was a big indication of how the trip would turn out- awesome but awkward.