Oh gawd what a long flight. First I go from L.A. to Vegas to make the arrangements, Vegas through Chicago to JFK and finally New York to the London City Airport itself. I am none too fresh and I’m toting two pieces of roll-around luggage, a sample bag and my purse.
Once I clear customs, I look around for a girl from the Grosvenor Hotel where we’re staying to help me. I’ve never been on this side of the Atlantic and there’s lots of stuff to know and do for my client. I hope this girl and I can click.
I get to the public area and stand around a bit. Do people over here hold signs saying ‘LACY PLACE’ or do I have to see someone special? Right now I’m glad to be off my ass and walking a bit. Passing some gas has been helpful too. ~aah!