Traveling In A Fried Out Kombi
Why can’t weight loss work like crossing the international date line? If I fly west, eventually I’ll lose a day. Poof. Gone. Instant and complete.
And I guarantee you I’ll weigh MORE when we land. The endless feast in business class. Bottomless glasses of booze. They don’t care that we’re up there because we redeemed frequent flyer miles. We’ll still get first class wine.
When we land in Sydney and stagger up to the Rotary greeters at the airport, I’ll be twelve hours lighter with five pounds of fresh flab around the middle.
That’s a fried out kombi.
It’s gotta be.
UPDATE: We are still awaiting our date line crossing. Due to a freak accident at LAX, we are stranded. We may get on a plane in 5 hours or 2 days……..
Enjoy the Noel Coward songbook in the video and the audio version of the exquisite Elaine Stritch singing “Why Do the Wrong People Travel, Travel, Travel?” by clicking the link below: