...would be traipsing across two airports in heels with those ropey soles (blisters much?), being the heinous person on both planes that has to be asked to turn off their cell, spending every not-in-the-air second frantically problem solving, all the while feeling the worst cold ever buildingbuildingbuilding until its current state, full on fevery chilltown.
Flip side is that the Ritz is always fabulous (my big ol' bowl of French Onion Saga Granitee cannot get here soon enough) and I flew into a dust storm today, which was WAY cool. And I'm wearing a SWEET outfit tomorrow.
Okay, so maybe it's a wash.