Shhhhhh (hiding)

I am tip toeing around my neighborhood, and trying to be low key, as if that will help increase my chances that the crew desk will forget to call me. My 3 day trip, fell apart, and turned into a one day trip. Although I had a breakfast date in San Fransisco that I missed, it was nice to deadhead home last night, glass of wine in hand...

Because I am being pay protected for the 3 day, the crew desk has the right to reassign me to something to make up the hours... but it seems with the blue sky and perfect weather for flight ops and crewing, they have forgotten about me! So today I love my job and get paid to sit outside and drink coffees and watch daytime tv. I may even go shopping for some fall clothes later today....

Although If I shop I will have to charge everything, as my bank account is almost nil... Thank God I get paid before my Shanghai trip.. but to further complicate matters, I have forgotten my ATM pin... An ATM in Frankfurt ate my card for no apparent reason than just to be mean, so they sent me a new pin, which I have forgotten. (Blame on Hypoxia). So, I have been cashless, living on a coinstar deposit, and the odd tip money that I still get from passengers... HMMMM... I think as a group we should start soliciting tips from passengers more... I will elaberate in my next entry...

It's getting sloppy

My second post in one day. I am now well into the red wine and watching a Steve Irwin memorial program on animal planet. Getting very teary. This could get messy.

sick list

I called in sick for my flight. I had contemplated that I may need to, considering my roomies and I were hosting a boozy brunch sunday morning, and I had a check in Sunday evening. Wouldn't you know it... It's like the universe heard my thoughts, and collaberated by making me sick.

So I attended brunch, and tried to be a sport, as we had 25 or so guests. I had a vodka and orange juice, which I added water and emergen-c to... (This is how I justify things)... This seemed to have a compound effect with the nyquil that was still floating in my system. So I was a drunk, sickly host. Anyway, brunch was good. It quickly got rowdy. I took my feverish, buzzed self away from the party around 3, called in sick to crew schedulers, and went to bed for the day. My roomies came home from the bars in a state only produced by all day drinking. One denied brunch was over, and was opening bottles for herself at 10pm, the other was covered in tears and donut frosting.. (don't ask)...

Anyway, yesterday I cleaned up... today I did nothing... It is cold and dreary. I am feeling a bit better, but I am suffering cabin fever...

All I do at work is obsess over my bed, and think how I would sell my soul for it... so today, a sick day, I can't just tuck in and enjoy... I bounce around starting and abandoning projects, surfing the net for ridiculous things, etc. I think I just need someone to tuck in with me! (another story)...

Anyway, fall is definitley here! I have family coming in on Thursday, so have one more day of lounging. Next week begins a stretch of solid flying :(

Buckingham vs the pub

Landed from London yesterday and spent the day totally tweeked from jetlag... Had yet another London.. The trips are going so junior.. I think it is a combination of the short layover, the fear of becoming sacrificial lambs to the inability of the smoke and mirrors security is displaying to foil attacks on us, and the horror of not having chapstick, lotions, makeup on the return flight. (You should see some of us getting out of crew rest!)

I have been to London probably 30 times now, and I always end up out with my friends who live there, doing various pub crawl activities. This time was going to be different.. I was going to Buckingham Palace, which is open right now for public tour. I was going to take advantage of my time in London and see something historical/cultural. And then my bed seduced me with its soft pillowed ways. I had set my alarm, letting myself sleep 2 hours after the all nighter. The alarm went off, and I did a quick analysis of my burning eyes, achingly tired body, and asked those few questions I always ask. Where am I? Who am I? Why?...

Then I hit snooze, woke up a few hours later (after Palace closing)... and met my friends Estelle, Sarah, and 3 of theirs, along with one of our other flight attendants for drinks and appies in Notting Hill.

Drinking 1 : Culture : 0.

What can I say???

Today is cold and rainy, so think I will maybe do a movie and clean the house...

Wedding Tour

It seems I have been going to weddings all year long! My friends have all gone mad and decided to join the smug marrieds. Last weekend I went to Kelowna, (4 hours drive from Vancouver), to my friend Jill's wedding. We had a great time, nothing is better than a late summer road trip to a wedding on a lake! It was a low key wedding, and we (the bridesmaids) were the one's in white. Jill wore off white, as she said her divorcee status and 9 month old baby girl gay exposed the glitches in her facade of bridal innocence.... (none of us bridesmaids should have been in white if that presumption is to be made!).... It was hot as heck and many guests ended up in the lake after the ceremony, including Michael the groom, on water skis in his suit.

The reception was great and I did my best to deplete the open bar... ended the night being in somewhat of a kidnap situation in a speed boat, but found my way to my hotel, and even trickier, my room, safely.

Recovery day started with a handful of drugs.... ativan, gravol and tylenol, a greasy room service breaky, and then we drove back to the lake for 2 ceasers and a jump in the water... fail proof cure!!

drove back to Vancouver and flew home... Now I am really determined to give up the booze and associated junk food and recovery food. I am going to London tonight, so we will see if I can behave myself there. Maybe something less boozy and more cultural... Buckingham palace? A nice, low key high tea with the crew???? Is it possible? stay tuned.......