I made it to New York late last night after spending the entire day at LAX on the standby list – #99 out of god knows how many other people desperate to get to the East Coast for the holidays. It wasn’t a pretty picture. All I can say is THANK GOD the eight other flight attendants waiting for the jumpseat ahead of me gave up and went home! Persistence pays. (So does stalking, but that’s another story.)
In just half an hour a Kew Gardens Cab will pull up to the curb outside my crashpad in Queens (where it’s snowing by the way) and whisk me away into the city – Manhattan. Oh no, it doesn’t suck to be me, not today at least. I’m taking my mother to see the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall. After the Christmas show it’s off to see the beautiful tree at Rockefeller Plaza. Then we’ll probably grab a bite to eat. I’m thinking Carmine’s – a glass of wine, a big salad, a plate of lasagna. Then we’ll walk. Everywhere. Perhaps grab a cup of coffee and share a cheesecake. When it gets too cold, we’ll head on over to the hotel, The London NYC. Oh yeah, we’re living it up tonight. Merry Christmas to me!
“And me!” exclaimed my mother from the bedroom when she overheard me reading this post out loud.
Yeah, that's me, the one standing in the aisle wearing flammable polyester...