Bollocks Airways

Finally...three days late...my bag arrives in the nick of time, as it looks like Christmas morning out here! The ground is blanketed with hail and flurries are flying about. My paws have been numb, and my feet sore, but no more. Now I have sweaters, socks, and sneakers! And I finally feel at ease, knowing I don't have to replace my entire wardrobe, and lose the irreplaceable items like my 30s dress. On the trip back I'll be sure to pack those things in my smaller case (the one that had Oma's jewelry and which I got back earlier) and try to carry it on. I guess this is your PSA against taking every single material thing you love with you on a long trip...off to training now, at last.

Ah, I meant to say that the only thing BA was good for was the in-flight entertainment. I watched Juno (finally, Jen!) and Enchanted (too cute), and listened to Mark Ronson's Version. His re-creation of Britney Spears' "Toxic" gave me my next burlesque act idea. Of course, the thing sounds ilke it was made for the Pussycat Dolls...I'll have to try hard to infuse just a smidge of true glamour into the naasty proceedings.