One of the best parts about being an event planner is the travel. One of the worst parts is also the travel.
Can you tell my flight, the one I left my family behind for, the one that WAS going to get me to the hotel in time for a civilized dinner, the one that I had been upgraded for, that one – is delayed. 2 hours. No reason givin. Just ’cause.
What’s a gal to do….
I know! Crappy food and booze should solve all my problems.
That’s an organically red chip. Really.