We stayed at the Graves 601 on Wednesday evening. It a unique hotel right in the heart of Minneapolis. Our room had a great view. (see below)

We had dinner at Seven right near the hotel. It was a real treat to have such a great Porterhouse steak.

We ended the evening at the Dueling Piano bar in Block E.

It’s always nice to spend some time in downtown Minneapolis.

Let’s start off at the airport in Indianapolis.  I get there and the lady at check-in tells me that there are like 7 empty seats around me.  So here I am feeling good – thinking that I’m going to be able to stretch out on this 1 hour flight to Detroit.  SHE LIED.  The plane was full.  I boarded early to make sure I got to my seat and didn’t have to make the walk of shame.  When I got on the plane I did my normal procedure.

1. Tell the flight attendant that I will be needing a seat belt extender.  (Because I’m too poor to buy one)
2. Find my seat.
3. Put the aisle armrest up. (yes, they go up.  SHHH… It’s top secret)
4. Pack myself into the seat.

When the other passengers boarded I was patiently awaiting for my seat-mate to find me and to see his/her expression.  Much to my surprise, he didn’t look surprised.  He looked like he was too high to care.  He was rocking out to some Rock n’ Roll on his antique headphones.  A guy behind me was jealous that I had put my arm rest up and he wanted to know how I did it.  The flight attendant was also shocked that it went up!  Apparently, this is a little known secret.  A little known secret that I hold dear to my heart. 
The one thing about the armrest secret is that it’s got to be down during take-off & landing.  So for those 10 minutes I have to scrunch up & suck it up.  The guy next to me didn’t seem to mind that I took up 1/4 of his seat for that time.  As soon as we were up in the air… the guy in front of me jammed his seat back into my knee.  It took all my restraint not to punch him in the back of his dirty head.  I did let out a “OK, that hurt!” but he didn’t seem to notice.  Once I calmed myself down from the abuse I had endured, I raised the aisle armrest back up and once again stretched out.  The plane ride was over in less than an hour.  So it wasn’t too bad.

The plane ride from to Detroit to London was the one I was worried about.  I must say, God took care of me!  I had 2 seats all to myself to and from London!  It was an amazing thing.  The Northwest Gate crews were able to move people around to have an open seat next to me!  I am extremely grateful! (A special thanks goes out to the “small-yet-fat” guy @ the Detroit airport.

I was able to snap couple of pictures on the plane…

This is a shot of me stretched out into my 2nd seat!!  That’s right.  I am a seat dominator!

This is a new feature that I hadn’t seen before… Adjustable headrests!

This is me after “emptying the tank” in the bathroom made for midgets!  (I should get a special pass to the Mile High Club just for my efforts)

Once I landed in England.  The adventures continued… here are 2 pictures of me and small cars.

I also found this store called Fat Face – Much to my chagrin, they didn’t have any clothes for fat people. 

I had a blast on my trip.  I didn’t see many other big people. 
But, I was able to make friends with some skinny people.  (Believe it or not)

So, this is what I’ve come to realize…  I might just be too big for England.  I’m not sure.