I'm siting here in my lovely hotel in New Orleans' French quarter. We are currently sipping cocktails poolside whilst planning our next few days.
Oh! And Delta lost my luggage. MY BRAND NEW KIPLING ROLLING DUFFEL THAT I BOUGHT YESTERDAY!!!! NOT CHEAP!!!!
So, if you see me wearing the same combination of red dress, black jacket, jeans and various t-shirts in all of the pictures- IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT.
Did I mention I have no makeup/toiletries/prescription drugs (except my ativan for flying. I keep that in a secret compartment in my spleen.)
And no jewelery.
And I only have two pairs of unders.
Delta, you had better find that bag and send it to me on the wings of angels so as not to incur the wrath of the girl that packed for THREE fucking days, just to get it "perfect".
Preferably today. Preferably NOW.
I feel pretty, oh so pretty...
I need more ativan. And a cocktail. Stat.
Signing out from New Orleans...