As I type this, I am currently sitting in the Heineken Lounge/bar at Dubai Airport about to catch my flight to London.
Economy class sucks major balls. the seats are narrow, uncomfortable and the food is not that great. Also, the airhostesses make you feel guilty when you request that 3rd double Baileys on the rocks.
So, seeing as how i will be making this pilgrimage once a year for the foreseeable future, i've decided Business Class is the only way to go. Which also means i'll be paying off my credit card until i die. But i maintain it's worth every cent.
I didn't see much of Dubai as i landed after midnight and only got to the hotel around 2am. i'm looking at where i can hide in the airport (this place is a small country on its own) for my connecting flight back home. the choices are limited.
the thing is, i've lived on the breadline for a very very long time. I'm now earning a somewhat decent salary and it may sound materialistic and callous, but dammit, i want the Gossip Girl lifestyle! i want to breeze through the airport, sleep properly on a flight and enjoy my travels! i'll totally rough it in my destination cities, but the flight is one part you can't skimp on.
also - where would you find good, rich guys but in business class.
yeah, i'm totally shallow that way.
speaking of shallow: i went ahead and had that affair with the married man. and you know what? i don't feel bad. it was a weekend of ego boosts for us both. he was able to process his inner drama and set up a plan of action, and i had multiple orgasms. a win/win all round.
i'm going to see Colin Morgan on Tuesday at the Globe Theatre. If he is absent after that, he is *not* tied to my bed....ahem.
Right ladies, I hope you all have a fab week. Again, if any of you lovely people are in LDN or even nearby this weekend, please let me know. I'd love to meet up and put a face to the name. I'll even buy the first round!
(about to endure another 7hour economy class hell)
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