JFK Twice in three days
Scramble to get everything ready for the London/Antibe trip today, calling manager in LA, emailing agent in London, nearly insulting a very fetching actress in the process… Find/create/force a break long enough to head down to Soho’s Adidas Originals shop to buy three pairs of these. Three pairs too many, you ask? Well, they come in two colors, and the extra white with burgundy trim are a birthday present for my father in Antibe. Besides, they came out today, one shipment only, and then they’re gone, the most limited of limited editions.
I rush home and thrown everything in my bags, realize some things are just too big to take (traveling light is a point of pride for me), pack too many gadgets and cables, way too many toiletries (do I really need the blue algae face scrub?)… and still make the town car wait fifteen minutes.
On the way to JFK, I sit in the back, antsy over my LA agent (we’re not on the same page – might be time to make new alliances) and a few points on my advertising project I’m working on. Plus I’m convinced that we’ll be stuck in traffic and I’ll have to haul arse to the plane.
I arrive at the terminal with time to spare, and am ushered through check-in and security in record time. Now I have enough time to waste writing this entry. Hm, still feeling a little antsy (when have I not felt antsy? Oh, right, when I had her in my arms), but a few mobile chats with some film executive friends in LA suggesting some very interesting possible new agents kneads a little tension away.
As I look out over the tarmac, at the planes coming and going, I am filled with that sense of excitement and adventure that I feel every time I’m about to embark on a journey. Even though I’ve lived in London and been back and forth dozens of times, my native city always offers up a few surprises here and there… plus there’s Antibe, jewel of the South of France and home of the late, great author Graham Greene.
It’s about time to live up to the name and motto above. Manhattan gets a nine day break, but stay tuned for Wanderlust’s (really mini) Tour of Europe!
I rush home and thrown everything in my bags, realize some things are just too big to take (traveling light is a point of pride for me), pack too many gadgets and cables, way too many toiletries (do I really need the blue algae face scrub?)… and still make the town car wait fifteen minutes.
On the way to JFK, I sit in the back, antsy over my LA agent (we’re not on the same page – might be time to make new alliances) and a few points on my advertising project I’m working on. Plus I’m convinced that we’ll be stuck in traffic and I’ll have to haul arse to the plane.
I arrive at the terminal with time to spare, and am ushered through check-in and security in record time. Now I have enough time to waste writing this entry. Hm, still feeling a little antsy (when have I not felt antsy? Oh, right, when I had her in my arms), but a few mobile chats with some film executive friends in LA suggesting some very interesting possible new agents kneads a little tension away.
As I look out over the tarmac, at the planes coming and going, I am filled with that sense of excitement and adventure that I feel every time I’m about to embark on a journey. Even though I’ve lived in London and been back and forth dozens of times, my native city always offers up a few surprises here and there… plus there’s Antibe, jewel of the South of France and home of the late, great author Graham Greene.
It’s about time to live up to the name and motto above. Manhattan gets a nine day break, but stay tuned for Wanderlust’s (really mini) Tour of Europe!
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