And I ain't talkin' Erica Jong, people.Seriously, between computer glitches, pilots checking out each others "itineraries" in the cockpit, terrorists, geese, and ridiculous fees... it's a wonder anyone gets on a plane anymore. But get on a plane I am scheduled to do, later today (along with the spouse and kid), even though I have yet to pack a thing and have appointments to attend and errands to run.
To say I am feeling a bit anxious or stressed about our imminent trip is an understatement, even though I exercise regularly, which, according to one of the most popular/emailed articles in The New York Times this week, should make me practically anxiety and stress free, which makes me shudder at what I'd be like if I didn't work out every other day - YIKES.
Anyway, it's over the Atlantic and through customs to the kid's grandmother's apartment we go -- providing we don't experience any of the aforementioned flying hazards. And on Sunday I hope to be live blogging the Atlanta Falcons vs. the New York Giants game from a Canadian sports bar in Paris (because that's the kind of football fan and neurotic blogger I am).
So for now, au revoir, mes amis. Hopefully I will see you on the other side. In the meantime, please enjoy this video of Michael Buble singing that Frank Sinatra classic "Come Fly with Me."
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No one can be more of a scaredy cat when it comes to flying than me! I would have never thought you were prone to it! Just keep thinking about all the pain au chocolat, champagne, hot chocolates and cupcakes that await you in the City of Light. PS it's like Indian Summer here (almost) - 62 degrees today. Have a safe flight and we'll see you on this side of the pond shortly!
World smallest violins! PARIS!!!!!!
Bon Vogage!
Bon voyage!
Since it's a Canadian sports bar, be prepared to answer questions about why nobody punts on third down.
I hope you have a lovely trip!
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