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amorousTopic: parlez-vous Miss O?
Hi Darlings! Miss O is on the road again. After a 24-hour cameo in the thrilling metropolis of Phoenix, AZ (more on that later), I am headed back to Paris.
This shot was taken during my layover in Montreal, courtesy of my new favorite airline, Air Canada. Miss O is often zipping around at 35,000 feet, and the Air Canada experience is simply delightful.
Now that the US dollar is completely worthless, I was forced to consult my travel wallet, essential for any jetsetter. In addition to frequent flyer cards for six different airlines, it is helpful to have cash (pronounced "Kaysh") in multiple currencies. One never knows when one might need a Bahamian dollar, par example. Why six different frequent flyers? Because the best airline that flies to Thailand is not the best airline that flies to Paris is not the best airline that flies to LA, etc. They're all crooks if you ask me, except Air Canada (and Thai Airways, and Air France. And Singapore Air and Alitalia..) Basically all the US carriers are crap, quelle surprise. What else is in my carry-on? Two continents, two cell phones. Yes, I know there are phones that work all over the world, but not being the most techno-savvy, I manage with two different phones. Also, sometimes you don't want to be reached when you are in another country...aha, now you see the wisdom of Miss O.
The requisite quart-size ziploc loaded with indispensable "products". Lourdes knows I loves me some products. I have eye cream, hand cream, day cream, night cream, hydrating this, that, and the other. (PSA: are you using eye cream? first signs of aging appear around the delicate skin of the eyes) Yes, those are gloves at the far right, which I wear after I've applied my hand cream. I do that at home, so why not moisturize and protect my hands on the filthy airplane. Don't worry, I'm not getting all Howard Hughes germaphobe on you.
My flight was on Sunday night, and a big thank you is owed to Jamie, who texted me the Sox score until the moment of take-off. As difficult as it was to be on a plane during what I knew would be the last game of the World Series, I had to take one for the team. The last time the Sox won it all, I was out of the country, and hence, I was obligated to leave the States again this year, for the good of Red Sox Nation. Speaking of RSN, it is the duty of all of its members to protect it from evil influences, please visit Don't Sign A-Rod and do your part.
Let's go Red Sox!!!
Look out, Paris, here she comes...
