Back in the saddle again....

So I thought I'd write a quick note about my trip so far.

I watched two movies on my way to Paris..."Hors de Prix" and "The Queen". I highly recommend the first..very cute and funny. It's a french flic staring Audrey Tautou. As for "The Queen"...I don't see what the hype is about. So, the Helen can act like she's void of emotion. It's just as bad as Dame Judy Dench winning a freakin' oscar for her 2 minute appearance in "Shakespeare in Love."

Aside from watching the movies, nothing much happened. Oh wait! I totally fell asleep right before landing and had a heart attack when the plane touched the ground. Thank goodness I had my wits about me and only gasped out loud, clutched the arm of the surly russian man sitting next to me all while spilling the can of soda I was hiding from the 7 foot tall stewardess. DUDE, it was horrible.

This amazonian behemoth stewardess kept taking my tray away. I wasn't even halfway through the main course when she swooped in and nabbed the tray from under my nose. I was so looking forward to the 1 inch square piece of chocolate cake. Then she took my drink away after I had taken just a few sips. Was she trying to tell me something? Do I look fat in an Air France coach seat? Well, she wasn't going to get my second 'complimentary' can of soda! Honestly, it wasn't even my beverage of choice. See, as a valued member of the "i ain't a member of jack --it," club, I was lucky enough to be seated near lavatory in the back. Choice seats, highly sought after. By the time she got to me, they had lavatory tap water and diet lemon/lime coffee soda. I don't know if that's what it was, but it tasted like it.

It was a matter of principle that I keep this can safe from her clutches. Even when the announcement was made that we were about to land and "si vu ple au fa fee, au fau fa" I wouldn't give up my soda. Look who's laughin' now bie-yatch!

Ok ok, so the stewardess is laughing...

Does anyone know how to get soda stains out of denim?