November 3, 2015


Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.

I was reading the last blog, and it reminded me of a couple of other people I sat next to on an airplane. I think I told you before, but, I worked with this one model that had basically never left her city. I told her I was taking her to South America. She kind of freaked out cause she had never been on a plane. Well, unfortunately our seats were at the back of the plane. That's the worst place you can be for your first flight. Unfortunately, we also had major turbulence. Now this girl, this petite, feminine girl was very very loud. The minute we hit turbulence she started screaming, "Oh no, no, no! What's that? What that? No fucking way! Oh God. Oh God." You got the idea. She was holding on to my forearm like a vice grip. After a while I lost feeling in my arm. We didn't get many drinks on that flight.

Another girl I sat next to I was talking to her about her previous shoot. She started describing the clothes, the magazine, the hair and makeup, etc. etc. I thought to myself, "Wait a minute. This all sounds very familiar." And it turns out, she reshot my story. Apparently the magazine I worked for before this flight to Tunisia didn't like the story I shot, so they reshot it on the model I was using. I already told you about why my shoot was a disaster, and why they had to reshoot it. It was pretty funny actually. It also changed my life. I didn't stay in Paris after that disaster.

But, by far, my favorite girl I sat next to on an airplane was my friend who I worked with a lot. I told you this story before, but I'll tell it again because it's great. My friend upgraded us to first class. We had a bulkhead seat in first class. A great place to be. Anyway, we started watching a movie, having some champagne. You know, having a good time. Then she looked at me and said to me, "I don't feel so good." So I got her a bag in case she got sick. Well, we started watching the movie again, and drinking champagne. She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and I noticed a little sweat on her cute little nose. Then I noticed a little bit of saliva on her beautiful lips. She then proceeded to scramble for the bag I got her and immediately hurled into the bag. She kept on power hurling into the bag. Filled the entire cabin with the smell of puke. The couple next to me were mortified. They looked over at me very concerned and I just looked at them and said, "Hi. How's it going. Nice flight right?" She carried that bag I gave her all the way though customs. It was pretty funny, especially when they asked if she had anything to declare.

That's about all for this week. I gotta save some stories for you for next week. Love and miss you guys. I'll talk to you soon. Love, B. Nice

P.S. Here a link to my blog about the present.