As you know, during the day I am an event producer. I throw together a million elements to create one awesome event. The type of event varies… While I focus mostly on beauty, fashion, and lifestyle brands, the events themselves include Fashion Week, Fashion Presentations, Runway shows, editor events, parties, and the always exciting kabuki reveal.
My most recent assignment involved traveling across the country for a 3 hour “layover” in LA during which we had a site vist, and then traveling back across the country to my home in NYC. However, our 3 hour “layover” turned into a 9.5 hour purgatory. Here is my story, told in photos.
11/17/11 4:30am EST
Wake up, attempt to put on clothing acceptable for clients. Settle on leather, heather grey, black, and leopard and leopard. Struggle to stay awake for car service to bring me to JKF. Decide to take mirror photos.
Arrive in LA. Immediately get whisked away for an airport tour. Explore an airplane repair hanger, which is essentially a big square room. Inquire about standing at the top of the tail repair ladder (seen in the back of the photo). Receive side eyes. Inquire about taking a photo with the airplane tires (bottom left). Receive side eyes.
Arrive at gate for return flight to JFK, putting us home at 10:30pm EST. Very excited. Gate attendant announces there is an issue with the air conditioning and airplane is “very hot”. Less excited. Air conditioning issue turns into what is actually a missing fuel line. Not excited at all. Decide to refuse to board plane. Gate attendant announces we will need a new plane, and this one will not leave until 10:25pm EST. Really un-excited. Watch line form at gate and wonder if we should get in it. Decide to go to Sky Club instead. Excitement grows.
Find great seating and an open bar in Sky Club. Rejoice. Decide to do more work until we can’t see straight, then we close all computers and indulge in wine, and then wine, and then some more wine. But not before having a bit more wine. They announce our flight is leaving “on time” at 10:25 and we bolt to the gate, get the most fantastic seats, and enjoy complimentary in-flight television and more wine. Notice women wearing fur and think, “I could live in LA.” Call home before take off. Employ a mom recommended buddy system do to excessive wine.
11/18/11 4:30am EST
Back where I started a full 24 hours later. Unclear of what just happened, likely due to the wine. But after 5000 miles and a brutal red eye, I am home.