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Well, flying as I must (I just love the cruising altitude) I’ve noticed that even ANA is now offering between meal (read that very liberally) snacks for purchase on their flights (I had the pleasure of paying roughly—not that they wrestled me to the deck or anything–$8.00 for a cup of ramen in flight).

I’d like to start a campaign: Snacks on a plane. Let’s get these m-fckin SNACKS on this m-fckin Plane.

All I need is a beret and Samuel L. Jackson.

Until then, there is only the world of beverage service and peanuts. Lots of fun for a 14 hour flight. Can’t wait for the cart with the bad chicken dish with pasta.

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Aux Temps Prochaines…..VERSAILLES?

Frankly, If I were to be trapped abroad in a ‘hall’….couldn’t it be the Food one at Harrod’s? Just a thought, although with all the camera installations that Mr. Al Fayed has laced throughout the place, that might just be an easier feat than sleeping undetected at say….NORAD.

As for France—well, while 24 Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré sounds appealing, this stint in the Alsace town hall does not.

Perhaps next time Mademoiselle should consider a travel agent. Or maybe investing in a mobile phone. Or even potentially traveling with a guardian…..?

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Fly Free with Southwest.

By that I mean Bra-less.

Okay, riddle me this Batman….how is it that the underwire of my Agent Provocateur bra couldn’t make it through the Security Agents at the Southwest Terminal? C’mon. Not that a good female bonding FRISK doesn’t make my day a treat, but there other ways to spend that 45 extra minutes before boarding.

Drinking 40 proof anything, for example….

but, no. Not today. I was herded into a glass booth where another woman had the pleasure of checking out my implants. I mean, at least invite a qualified plastic surgeon to give estimates while the twenty plus of us lined up for the gala.

I know I feel much safer flying with the knowledge that no terrorists wearing support brassieres are flying on board with me today. God, I feel safe

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