Tuesday marked our last full day in California. Natalie and I booked facial appointments at a spa in Santa Monica while Emily was in class. Afterwards, we soaked up our last few hours in the warm California sun by walking along Ocean Avenue.
A car service picked the two of us up just after 7am to take us to the airport, but Natalie flew to Arizona while I began my trip back to Baltimore.
For the record, watching “Magic Mike” on your iPad that is propped up on the tray table while sitting on the plane next to a conservative 65-year-old woman is really awkward. Then again, I had four hours to kill and motion sickness to avoid, so the stripping was happening.
Of course my flight landed late, giving me approximately nine minutes and thirty-four seconds to go to the bathroom, look at all of the food that I didn’t have time to buy, and sprint from gate A66 to A12 to catch my connecting flight. Arriving just before my name was called over the intercom, I was the last person to board the plane and was squished like a sardine on the most turbulent flight ever.
Have you seen the movie “Magic Mike”?