I don’t spend much money on clothes, shoes, makeup, purses, or my hair (which is evident).
This is because all of my money goes towards Flight change fees.
Last week I changed my return flight from LAX to JFK twice. First from Wednesday to Saturday, and then from the red eye to an afternoon flight.
I obviously like to have options.
LA Lunch @ Frida’s: Tableside guacamole. One of the few things I miss about LA is the fabulous Mexican food.
Also, I was flying solo, so I figured why not live on the wild side and actually take a daytime flight so I could catch up on a few movies? After all, if I wasn’t on Maya-barf-patrol, I could relax, right?
Well this brilliant plan turned my 5 Hour Flight into an 11 hour flight as we circled the skies around JFK for hours, for reasons still unknown to me. And then we ended up landing in Philadelphia because we had no more fuel to circle the skies around JFK.
At lunch…moments after Maya dropped watermelon juice all over my White Jacket. Which is no longer a white jacket, but now a white and pink jacket.
But here’s the worst part: As we sat on the tarmac at Philadelphia for what seemed like an eternity, the kid in the seat in front of me threw up EVERYTHING HE’D EVER EATEN.
Also for what seemed like an eternity.
And as any person with Emetophobia (intense fear of vomiting) knows, the only thing worse than seeing/listening to your vomit-prone child throwing up, is seeing/listening to someone else’s vomit-prone child throwing up.
Especially while stuck on a plane on the tarmac in Philadelphia.
Back in NY. Love it here but the humidity is KILLING our hair.
We are getting on another red-eye tonight to London, and for the first time in a long time I am not making a SINGLE change to our flight. This is in hopes that I can get through the trip without seeing or hearing vomit.
FROM ANYONE.
Wish me luck.
