That's me. It's never going to change and I apologize now. Besides my good friend Lindsay, I pity my fellow travelers.
London, Newark, Monday evening. I made it. Early. Shocking. Being early is terrible and utterly boring. I'm never doing it again.
Lurline Gardens. My lovely new street. Biscuits, ginger tea biscuits to be specific. My lovely new afternoon treat. For four weeks I've traded Rockefeller Plaza for Christie's London and have decided to use words like "bits," "bobs" and "drabs."
Friday, August 27, 2010
DO YOU MIND IF I CUT THIS LINE
Unfortunately I am notorious for blindly traveling. It is a regular occurrence for me to be unaware of my airport (in NY we have a lot of them) or my airline the morning of a flight. In fact, this is the one area of my life where I just relinquish all control, all worry, all responsibility. All rational behavior. I have been known to argue with airline managers pleading for an emergency check in (Bermuda), dragged off of resort beaches by hotel staff who are cognisant of my departure time...let's be honest, departure day... (Dominican) and left cabbies dumbfounded when they ask, "What airport?" and I respond, "Hold on a second" (Everywhere).
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