(Because I can't fill this blog with only Pinspiration posts and I don't have a lot going on right now)
Once upon a time when I was a flight attendant living in New Jersey and was single and, ahem, partying a lot I had a pretty funny encounter. My girlfriends and I spent the night drinking and dancing at our favorite club Adega's where I met an older, bald, married dude. And by older I mean late 30's, 40's. I was about 23 at this time so...that's older to me. (I just didn't want you picturing an 80 year old or something...moving on) Apparently at some point during the night this bald gentleman and I proceeded to inappropriately make out in the club. I don't remember this happening. I was told later. And honestly, I wasn't surprised. A couple vodka red bulls will do that to a girl. The next day, I had to work the Newark to Boston shuttle in the front cabin of the plane. I boarded the plane and started my day like every other day, albeit it a little hungover. Since I was working the front cabin, it was one of my duties to greet passengers as they boarded. And lo and behold, guess who boards my plane? Older, bald, married dude. Awkward. I spent that entire flight trying to avoid the eye contact which he was desperately attempting to make. This included ignoring him whilst doing the bev cart (thankfully I didn't have to serve him just stand in front of his row for an excruciatingly long time), ignoring him whilst collecting trash, and worst of all, ignoring him whilst sitting at the front cabin jump seat that faced the rest of the plane for take off and landing. I sat there in my tights and blue polyester staring out into the plane and all I kept seeing the whole take off and landing was a little bald head constantly leaning over to look down the aisle into my cabin. Needless to say, that was the longest 80 minutes of my life.
Get off my plane, buh bye.
Me as a flight attendant once upon a time
Me back in my Jersey/clubbing days. I literally couldn't be more Jersey in this picture. Love it.
Shook my head and chuckled at the dude in the gym bragging about getting f*cked up from alcohol. Direct quote from him, "What's the point of going to a bar if you don't get f*cked up?!" Oh kids...
Felt a little shocked with how often he was throwing out f-bombs.
Complained several times about the appearance of the checkout people at Target and Giant. I may have even made a comment along the lines of, "Back in my day we couldn't have tattoos that showed at work." (But seriously, cover up your brass knuckle tattoo at work maybe??)
Hurt my thigh doing lunges (without weight).
Went to bed at 8:30.
Ate salad with every meal.
Added beets to my salad (I don't know why I feel this makes me old, it just does).