February 14, 2008
Almost Paradise
So, I’m going to Maui and I’m totally freaking out about it. I mean I know I shouldn’t be all whiney-baby about getting to go to what is my fave Hawaiian island with my beloved novio, but I am. I mean, come on I’ve got a wedding to plan, people.
Well there’s that, and there’s also the fact that I’ve got a ton of work to do because I’ve spent valuable work hours flashing my fabulous cushion-cut and polling people on my ideal wedding locale. So yeah, I’m freaking out about my trip to Maui. I still need to figure out what airline I’m flying, find a place where I can get a weekly surfboard rental and oh, yeah, I’ve got to pack.
And while I’d like to blame getting engaged on the fact that I’m so waaaay off schedule (all of those phone calls to share the good news), I know it isn’t true. You see, I hate to fly. I mean I do it. But I don’t like it. And I pretty much do everything in my power to be the absolute last person on the plane. Yep, I’m the one who is running through the corridors of Chicago’s O’Hare with T-minus a millisecond until the plane doors close. I’m so bad that I once missed a flight to LAX (I was still at home during the scheduled taxi) and got to the gate just as the jetway was being pulled away for the following flight. I made it, but the flight attendant told me that I need to pull it together.
I mean I want to be one of those travelers who is organized and all traveling looking with their fabu cashmere throws and comfy, but still stylish Stella McCartney for Adidas slip-on shoes, but I’m not. I’m just too much of a nervous Nelly. And I need some tricks to keeping calm inflight. Sometimes I order the champers and try to watch the movie and other times, I imagine my fantastic destination, but I’m wondering what you guys do to keep it together in times of flight and fright…
Thanks!
Posted by Jenna at 12:10 p.m.






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