We are taking the couple bubble abroad and it starts today. Like, now. We are T-Minus-A-Few-Hours before we get on the airplane if I can ever just please for the love of god get myself to sleep.
Earlier this evening as we were just about to close our eyes and dream of airplane food, I suddenly absolutely had to check our gate one last time and that was when I discovered a snafu in my plans. It was a seriously dumb thing to freak out about but it wasn’t so much that we were boarding a flight from the equivalent of a temporary boat dock moored in a parking lot of LAX, it was this idea I had that everything on this trip must be GREAT and PERFECT and AMAZEBALLS.
Ah, perfection. Is there any easier path to disaster than requiring perfection? But it’s the first time the Captain and I have traveled together on an airplane and I’ve been secretly ultra-worried that he won’t enjoy traveling like I do or that we will fuss or not get along or be grumpy with each other and discover we are totally incompatible and …THE END.
My secret fear has been boosted by all my weirdo work colleagues telling me stories about how they only discovered after the fact that their significant other is a pain in the ass on airplanes and eyerolls and horror stories ensued. Stop sharing, everyone!
So my panic fit tonight was not really about the location of our gate at LAX but about this being the harbinger of doom for our first-ever trip to Paris which coincides with Valentine’s day … oh wait. Have I accidentally stumbled into the plot for a fantastic murder mystery?
Probably I am even bothering to record this embarrassing moment for all time because one day when I need a hearty laugh I will remember that night I had a freakout about not being able to ply my man with stale hummus in an airport lounge and so I stayed up late stress-packing and folding towels.
The Captain is about as low-key and easygoing as it gets and he could not be less invested in this whole perfect vacation/perfect flight/perfect girlfriend story I have been spinning in my head. So he is now in the other room asleep and I am here alone with my crazy. Let the vacationing begin!