On Cloud Nine
My Dream Flight With Robby
(by: Katie)
Chapter One: The Take-Off
Prepare for take-off, Tiger Beaters! Your girl on the go is going to fill you in, mile-by-mile, on every swoon-a-riffic detail of my Providence to Phoenix Adventure with ROBBEEEE!!!!!
SCHARF! So fasten your seatbelts and put your seats in the full upright position Robby fans, here's the scoop.
My adventure started at Gate 18. I knew that Robby would be taking one of these morning flights; could it (SIGH) be mine?
Due to the astoundingly inconvenient every TWO hour airport shuttle schedule in Newport, I had to get picked up at 4:45 a.m. for my 8:10 flight. Grrrr!
However, this turned out to be a blessing in disguise, since SouthWest assigns an A, B, or C boarding pass depending on what time you check in. Since I checked in at 5:30, I would get to board in the first group.
At 7:08, I spotted him in the Dunkin' Donuts line .... ROBBEEEE!!!! He was indeed on my same flight, but because he came later than I did, he had to stand in the B line with all the scrubs. Poor Robby!
 Because SouthWest doesn't assign seats, I decided to assign this one myself. I found out that if you take a magic marker and make a "ROBBY!!!" sign and hold it up while people are getting on the plane, they don't sit by you.
When the B group boarded, Robby noticed my sign right away! But you know how shy he is, he suggested that I put it away, please. I suggested that he sit down, please.
After that it was just a question of glaring at anyone who looked at the other seat in our row. Finally the final passenger boarded and my dream flight was ready for take-off!
Feel free to move about the cabin, Tiger Beaters, before proceeding to
Chapter Two exclusively here at Cowsill.com!
Chapter Two: He's Only Sleeping
Welcome back Tiger Beaters! Our last chapter ended with your fearless reporter using a bit of old fashioned ingenuity to upgrade my dreary no-frills SouthWest flight.
Yep, with ROBBY all buckled in beside me *click* - I was now in First Class all the way, baby!
 I noticed that Robby looked a bit stressed when the flight attendant said it would be a five and a half hour flight to Phoenix, and I know he was thinking the same thing I was: ONLY FIVE AND A HALF HOURS?
Not a lot of time to spend with your number ONE fan, and since he always seems to be in a hurry to get somewhere whenever I see him on the ground, believe me, I was determined to make every minute count.
But here's where my dream flight hit a bit a turbulence. You see, between the traveling, the two ToRI shows and the late night at Billy Goode's, Robby was just plain too tired to take part in my list of in-flight activities. Poor Robby!
Even with the fluffy clouds going by us, he declined to join me in a We Can Fly duet. Nor did he want to hear my solo version. He did not want any Hot & Spicy Turkey Jerky. Or half my Zone bar either. And he really, REALLY didn't want to play Truth Or Dare!
No, he just wanted to SLEEP. And understanding, non-intrusive fan that I am, I told him to go ahead, he could sleep, I would just WATCH. That is how I found out that Robby likes to sleep with the pillows ON his face. Interesting!
Actually, between closing down Billy Goode's, packing to go home and waiting for the 4:45 shuttle, I hadn't slept a lot myself, yawn! Actually, not at ALL.
 And Robby's
right shoulder was so ... vacant!
Well...what would YOU do?
My only dilemma was to find some way to document my once-in-a-lifetime nap with Robby. Then I remembered that Robby, man-about-town that he is, has one of those fancy-schmancy digital cameras.
After rifling through his personal belongings (after all, being the number ONE Robby fan gives me certain
privileges) I found it, and then flagged down some friendly co-passengers more than willing to serve as our in-flight photographers.
Chapter 3 - By The Time I Get To Phoenix
Welcome aboard everybody, please set your watches to Pacific Standard YEOW-time, cuz we're coming in for a landing. Yes, this is the final chapter of my thrilling adventures on flight 557 with everyone's favorite bass ace,
ROBBEEEEE!!!
SCHARF!!!
As promised, this final chapter is complete with full CoLoR photos, AND an exciting surprise ending. So settle in, relax and enjoy the remainder of your flight, Robby fans, off we go.
The end of Chapter Two found yours truly enjoying a blissful in-flight trip to Dreamsville, and one thing is for sure girls: Robby's shoulder makes those cramped airline seats seem downright comfy! But alas, we were rudely awoken by the Lisa Hartman-esque flight attendant taking drink orders.
Robby sure seemed surprised to see me. You might even say...startled! Of course I gave him a nice wake-up ROBBEEEE!!! After all, I AM the number one Robby fan.
He then ordered some H-2-OH!, and when I asked for coffee, he suggested DECAF. But no, I wanted to make sure I was as alert as possible so I could observe every little detail of our dream flight together.
It was about this time that Robby took a sudden, intense interest in the in-flight magazine. Ms. Hartman returned with the cheerful red Box-O-Carbs that one is gifted with on long SouthWest flights.
Snack time!
Robby began with the Oreos. He does not take them apart as I do, but eats them whole in such a straightforward, manly way. SIGH! I think you can tell a lot about people by the way they eat Oreos, don't you?
 Next, Robby opened his Grammy Bears. The funny thing was, he opened them upside down. What a laugh riot! I just HAD to get a picture.
And now for the surprise plot twist. Dear readers, I have a confession. I've been holding out on you all this time.
You probably assumed there was only ONE rock star on my plane. That would be a false assumption, because sitting in back of us was none other than that Prince Among Men, Mr. Bob Cowsill, along with members of his royal family, Mary Jo, Marissa and Ryan!
You may have noticed I am not prone to understatement but here is one: What a FUN FUN FUN family!! In fact, they actively assisted me in my tireless efforts to make Robby feel so conspicuously SPECIAL in front of all the other passengers. Check it out: THEY were the friendly photographers in Chapter Two!
What a blast!
Well, you can imagine the sorrow that descended on me as my dream flight descended into Phoenix, where I would be transferring to my Burbank flight, while the others continued on to LAX.
Robby seemed to be taking it surprisingly well. I know he couldn't have been looking forward to the lonely trip home without his number ONE fan. Poor Robby! But he didn't dwell on his own problems, in fact, he expressed concern that I make my connection in time and suggested I get up right away, so I could be the first one off the plane. That's Robby, always thinking about others.
I gently reminded Robby that the FCC has strict regulations that the plane actually LAND and STOP first, before people line up at the door. Besides, running late for the connection was a chance I was willing to take. You can bet I was the LAST person off that plane!!
*sob!*
When I boarded my flight to Burbank, a quick look around the cabin confirmed my worst fear: There were no rock stars whatsoever on board. This now seemed like an
intolerable situation. But I was comforted by my fabulous memories of flight 557, it wasn't just a trip...it was a TRIP!
Well Cowsill fans, this concludes our flight, hope you had a pleasant time on board. Until next time, rock on, and keep reaching for the stars - the rock stars that is!
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