Since I wasn’t flying to S-Unit’s wedding on 11-11-11 (currently postponed until 12-12-12), I made a last minute decision to surprise her by flying out to her birthday party. As I packed my bag I realized I only had about 30 minutes before I needed to leave to the airport and hadn’t planned transportation. I sent a text to That’s Not Chinese (one of my regular ‘airport shuttles’) and, twenty minutes later when she hadn’t replied, I rang her. She informed me that she and Dr. BJ were just ‘hanging out.’ I’m no amateur, so I posed a simple and important question, “Are you too drunk to drive me to the airport in five minutes?” Luckily, I caught them at the early stage of the ‘hang out,’ and they were at my house within ten minutes.
“Where’s your bag?” That’s Not Chinese asked. “Right there,” I said and pointed to a small black tote – this small reality will be hard for most of my traveling companions to believe, I am the queen of the big, overpacked luggage. Dr. BJ, my regular driver last year when I was ‘dating JB,’ was shocked, “Where are you going and for how long?” “Los Angeles. One night,” I replied. “Oh, and here’s my payment, upfront,” I said and handed them a bottle of wine. Although I didn’t promise wine for payment, this gesture should guarantee me future last minute rides from the two of them.
As we approached the terminal Dr. BJ was shocked, yet again, “You’re flying with JB? You haven’t been with him for at least a year.” “I know, I know,” I replied and added, “You know how it goes in a relationship. You’re really hot and heavy, for like a month, and then you end it. One year later, circumstances bring you together again, you’re familiar with their quirks and, well, you know.” “Enjoy that ride,” Dr. BJ advised me. “Thanks. I’m hoping for a little turbulence – just to keep it exciting,” I replied as I exited the car, tote (carrying everything I would need to disguise and surprise) on my shoulder, and let the adventure begin.