Today (or yesterday - I’m just never sure with crossing all these time zones) I travelled from London to San Francisco to prepare for the most epic adventure I will have ever undertaken, The Whuffaoke or Bust Tour.
It started with a night when I didn’t even get into bed and instead packed and repacked my bag numerous times. I even photographed the progress of my final packing and turned it into a little movie!
It was all going so well, cab was on time and super comfortable. Bag drop was complete in minutes, and security wasn’t that busy either. I stopped in the terminal to buy a bite to eat and some perfume, and then headed straight to the departure lounge where I didn’t even have time to sit down before boarding started. The free champagne (most likely sparkling wine) they server in Virgin’s Premium Economy was enough of an incentive to get me on board quick so there I was drinking away without a care in the world. Take off was smooth and the inflight food wasn’t bad. Everything was perfect. Until I went to retrieve my laptop. And then it dawned on me, I never picked it up after security. D’oh.
I was surprised at my calmness. I guess there really was nothing I could do at 35,000 feet. That and the vodka with a splash of coke I had already drunk.
All this drama and Whuffaoke doesn’t start for another few days… oh dear, what can we have in store!