Okay, it's been about three week + that I haven't written a blog. I've been away for most of that time, on vacay in CA. Went with family to visit family and headed to San Diego, San Francisco, Vegas (for the first time!), and ended up in the happiest place in the world (no not Matt Bellamy's house-sigh) Disneyland. Along the way we made stops in San Jose (the Winchester house!), a Nike Missle site and a visit to my Aunts old apt. in Brentwood, oh and Rodeo Drive too.
Now with all of this you'd think I'd have plenty to write about, and I do (even a Muse concert). But for now I'm going to keep it simple and send a shout out to Elomi. Now who/what's Elomi you may be asking? Well it's the name of my Bra manufacturer that's who. Yes, Elomi and the uber underwire (I had no idea it was Uber before the trip) made my 5 airport visits quite exciting. Yes that's right folks for the five airports I traveled through on this trip (that's 5 plane rides in 16 days) I was pulled from the security line 5 times (batting 1,000-much better than J.D. Drew!) and had to be personally searched. Why?; cause my freakin' underwire bra seems to be made of kryptonite underwire that's why. I mean, I understand that the TSA's have to do their job, and I want them to, but honestly, by the third time, I wanted to ask for a note from my bra maker, or the other TSA's who felt me up noting that I posed no threat to anyone other than hitting myself in the face if I didn't wear my underwire bra. Good lord, my sister got use to pulling my bag and shoes from the scanner while I had to sit in chair get entire body checked, and say 20 times, no I have no metal on me or in me other than my underwire freakin' Bra!!!
Elomi, I need support but really? I mean what type of underwire is it? My sister yelled at me and told me I should have worn my sports bra. Oh that would be comfy-I can't breath in that freakin one, and it has front wire hooks, can't imagine what would have happened to the scanner with that one on.
There you have it, trip story #1. Thank you Elomi for making my travel time exciting, and for giving those 5 TSA attendents the time of their life (I'm sure)....
Next on list of trip stories, "Vegas: tramps, sirens, Manilow, and lots of "Cirqe de so crappy" stuff".....
Oh, dear. The shoe bomber was one thing, but this is too much. I could see it if the wires were attached to a detonator, or if this were a movie and you were sitting next to Leslie Nielsen, but otherwise...
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to hear your thoughts on the Winchester Mystery House! I went many years ago, fulfilling a childhood dream. Do they still make you exit through the cheesy gift shop?