I have to say that my flight over was really smooth. Not traumatic at all. Sometimes it is! The only trauma was my one hour layover in Atlanta, the country's busiest airport, when I had to deplane and get all the way to the International Terminal in 10 minutes! Which I did smoothly and effortlessly. This is why you don't lug around giant carry-ons, friends. A little man purse is all you need, especially when your trip involves quick dashing.
already saw live a few years ago, and didn't really love, so I don't know why I watched it again. I guess because I watched the PBS Great Performances version of The Phantom of the Opera with my kids a few nights ago, so I was really jonesing for another slice of the music of the night. I forgot that it's not that great of a musical. There are some great tunes, but the whole thing is really way too earnest. Everyone is furrowing their brows and sobbing into their sleeves the whole time. And maybe my memory is wrong, but when I saw it in London I swear everyone died at the end. That's my memory. Love never dies, but everyone else does. But in this version only one person dies (Christine. Surprise!)
On the flight from Atlanta I got to sit in the center seat between two other bald men. It was coincidental and funny. One of the men just played Bejeweled on his ipad the whole time (EIGHT HOURS) and the other one provided me with two bits of conversation:
Me: Hey! Look! Three bald guys. We're like a club.
Him: O-ho! You did not go there.
6 hours later, he's watching Hugo and freezes his screen on a shot of Sacha Baron Cohen:
Him: Hey! Aint that Bur-rat?
Me: Yep. That's Borat.
Him: Well, what the hell's he doing in this Hugo movie?
Those were my two conversations.
I watched two movies: