So here I am again.. on a plane.. Even though I had solemnly swore I’d never step back on one of those after the Florida fiasco. -And not only am I on a plane. I am on a plane- ALONE
I arrived at the airport (unusually) ahead of schedule.. so I took the liberty to indulge in a (not so dietary) appetizer and a cocktail. At the bar I met a super cool woman named Suzanne whom kept me company along with her mother ( who’s name I unfortunately did not catch). Suzanne and I talked about a lot of things including our fear of flying and our love for “skinny bitch” cocktails, (That is diet soda and vodka.. which I highly recommenced for those who fear flying as I do)..and when it was time for me to board, apparently those skinny bitches put me so much at ease… I forgot my luggage, which was still there thankfully when I got back!
Let me just say this – it has been forever and a day since I traveled on a Continental “2 & 1″ express jet … and boy when I saw that narrow little Isle (not to mention the dude sitting next to me reading a book entitled “The Talib an”) did I thank GOD for my pre-flying cocktails… it really did make the experience a little less stressful.
20 minutes into the flight I started missing my family…..
2 hrs 30 minutes into the flight… we land… and I have a headache. Thanks Skinny Bitches.
