April 25, 2003

Home, Sweet Home

Well, my return flight on Virgin was much more pleasant than the outbound. I think that part of the problem is JFK Airport. Indeed, neither passport control nor customs were any fun. But Heathrow was fine. They have an upscale luxury shopping mall at Heathrow Terminal Three. Hermes, Ferragamo, it was like a cross between Fifth Avenue and Bond Street. But all I got were some Cadbury Creme Eggs. Yummy.

Then the flight was made that much cheerier by the fact that there was quite the gorgeous flight attendant, named Alastair. I stared, that was for sure! He was quite the cutie. There were a couple of cute guys on the plane, too, but I had to sit next to some fat chick. Oh well.

Then I got home and discovered that my cellphone does not work very well on the highways through Queens. I got disconnected from multiple calls; that was annoying. But I made it home safely. Part of me still wishes I was on vacation, but I have bills to pay, so I might as well go to work. Which I have to go get ready to do now. Hopefully something funny will happen and I'll end up with a nice story to tell you...

Posted by Jon at April 25, 2003 11:12 AM | TrackBack
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Welcome Back!

Posted by: Jere at April 25, 2003 11:43 AM

poor Jon-- bad seat eh? rofl. Are you sure you didn't get squashed? ;)

Posted by: Nina at April 25, 2003 01:29 PM

nothing works in Queens.

see, e.g., the METS

Posted by: IA at April 25, 2003 01:57 PM

Nina, I'm impressed that you had that story up your sleeve for a moment just like this one.

Posted by: Jon at April 26, 2003 12:03 AM

*bows*
actually, I randomly remembered that story...there was a huge hoopla about that. It was just a puuurfect place to mention that ;)

Posted by: Nina at April 26, 2003 02:10 AM

welcome back. the UK sucks anyway. i mean now that there is no chance of a glimpse of di. what's the point?

Posted by: dennis at April 26, 2003 03:43 AM

Oh, but Dennis, you forget the lovely shrine to Diana and Dodi which has been erected in the basement level of Harrod's. It has pictures of them, and, encased in plexiglass, a wine glass which had been on their table the night they died as well as the engagement ring which Dodi had purchased for her. Yup, right there at the base of the Egyptian Escalator. Around the corner from the Starbucks.

Posted by: Jon at April 26, 2003 10:02 AM