I have been out of the state! Oh yes, be still my heart! I jet-set off to Sydney for the last four days to spend time with the fam (pictures to follow!) It was ridiculously fun and I also had the chance to go to a party dressed as Hermione (surprised? really?) and I felt gloriously chic and independent strolling onto planes.
However, it has become apparent to me that I always, ALWAYS make a fool of myself on planes. Like today, my flight this morning included a frantic search for my boarding pass, which I got from one of the electronic checkouts when I left, and after finding it, saw that it had no gate number on it. I assumed I would just print it again, but then the machine bitchily said "No booking retrieved". Panicking, I went through security and asked several people who all looked at me like I was asking them to assist my suicide. Eventually, I found my gate, and waited awkwardly for boarding. I sat in the wrong seat, held up the queue, was glared at by a waspish blonde woman in pearls and banged my head on the low ceilings. Epitome of sophistication right there.
Also, those people who look clean, polished and beautiful while traveling should really not exist. On a one or two hour flight, it's manageable - although my hair still goes static and I end up looking like I stuck my head in a plug point - but those freaks who maintain their dignity after a twelve-hour flight or after several stopovers are just offensive. Here is a rough guide.
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Point made.
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