There I was pulling into London after a smooth flight and an unexpected “escalation to B coordinator” before I left NYC. Here it is mid-June, where is the year going? In this trips case, an “escalation” is flight attendant jargon for working coach both ways and coordinating the service in the cabin. I had a hard working crew, all happy and glad to be there. I can’t stand a slackass, so this was much appreciated. IT wasn’t without laughs either, and the French girl with the Russian name never stopped making me laugh.
It was a 24 hour layover once I pulled into London. I am often asked on trips, or beforehand what I plan to do. Inflight, I typically keep to myself on plans, because when I land, I don’t know if I am going to sleep or go right out. Some trips are easier than others, because you have no delays, things go well, you actually sleep on your rest break and you have nothing on your mind. Others can just plain be a cluster where you get nailed to the wall on a five hour mechanical before taxiout and when you land where you land, all you want is a shower and a bed. This week, it was all copacetic. Smooth rolling service, happy peeps on the flight over, no wait on the van to the hotel, and no wait on the keys to the room. I got right to my room, and slept four hours before tooling out.
It was the celebration of Queen Elizabeth II turning 90, and her great granddaughter making a public appearance. I someday hope to see them from afar in person, but knew it wouldn’t be this week. I had planned to go to Equinox off Kensington High and hit up a day rate workout, hopefully market a touch with some ideas I had from a photo shoot I did in Ireland in May, and then take a tube ride down to Big Ben if it wasn’t raining.
Equinox eliminated day rate workouts, which might have been a total bummer, but I had a good gym in the hotel I was at, so the drag was that I couldn’t meet up with any locals there and get some input. It was only a slight wrench in my plans. The good news was I got a card of the lady running marketing. I was able to pass along the contact to two peeps in the US and then ponder more thinking on whether I should even pursue my idea any further. I’d hit the gym later.
I went over to Boots, the local upscale drugstore and got some travel supplies. In London, you can’t weasel out with more than the ounces, even as crew, so I left the States with a few things I knew I’d have to get in London. It was probably my twentieth time to London, so I’m used to it. The tube is located in the same area as Boots and a convenient two block walk to the hotel. I didn’t have it in me to change again. I went out at first in workout clothes, planning to hit it hard and then shower and change at the gym before going down to Westminster, but when that idea was shutdown, I made it easy on myself and just opted to go casual. Normally, I wouldn’t be caught dead in workout clothes in a foreign city. I’d be in cool jeans, stylish shoes, maybe a scarf and a nice purse. This week that was all out the window. I was in a pair of tights, New Balance 880 running shoes and a jacket in case it rained.
It was a 9.80 pound fee to take the tube all day long and only four or five stops from the hotel to Westminster. For years it’s been raining when I’ve been there and I haven’t made time to go to see anything except maybe the local Kensington shops or pubs. A sunny day and fun crowd was the ticket. I saw Big Ben, the Thames River and a ton of surrounding sights like men in top hats and horse driven carriages. It’s a clean city, too. I haven’t been much in the mood for beer these days, but a cold one would have been great after tooling. I posted pictures on all of my social media sites, Instagram at Bethadair13, Twitter BethAdair13 and Facebook with Beth Adair, and I’m the one in the ribbons with a few race medals concealing my chest.
Of all of the things to ponder this week, a cool memory came to mind. I was somewhere downtown in London and heard some songs in passing cars I haven’t heard in years. One being, “What is Love”, by Howard Jones. I used to drive around the beach as a kid with my friend in her mom’s Berlinetta Camaro and jam to that song. It had such a cool beat. We knew all the words and in between singing, we were checking out cute guys in cars next to us or laughing about what we were going to do next. I have great life.
I’ve been doing a lot of Paris, London, Amsterdam and Ireland trips. I did sprinkle a Hawaii trip in the mix a couple of months ago, but getting to LA to sign in for the trip was too much hassle and I decided it’s best to get back to Hawaii on my own time. One of my managers said I need to branch out more. I do have a tendency to stick with what I know. I’ve been to nearly 60 cities in other countries, but am still weak in Asia, the land down under and Africa. I’m likely going to get back to Prague, because I went last winter, and would like to see it in warmer temps. Greece is again on the list for a redo and of course Ireland for the positive vibe. I never wrote on my vacation trip to Ireland and it was everything I wanted out of a vacation. A visit with friends, a castle stay, a photo shoot, a drive in a manual transmission on the other side of the road and fun and happy people EVERYWHERE I went. I gotta get back.
I hope I get somewhere with my goals with modeling, but if I don’t, it’s a positive focus. I’m always laughing, and if I’m not laughing, it’s not worth it.:-)