I feel like all i do is work and wait for something good to happen. I feel like I've been waiting for months now.

... back out flying today, back to Montreal, my second home this month. Phil has left today for a cruise to Aruba with his family so I had to make some new friends to take me out on the town.

Last wednesday when we were in the sheesha/shisha cafe I met a nice french boy who I shall call Pierre even though that his not his name. We exchanged emails and when I came home Friday night, I already had a lil sumfin in my inbox from him. I arrive in Montreal around 2pm tomorrow so this dashing french boy has offered to hang around downtown with me and do some shopping and have some lunch. Truth be told, I don't really remember how dashing he is, I had drank quite a bit and was feeling mighty light and airy because of the smoke when we met. But, he didn't have any visible deformities and his english was good enough that we could converse, and bad enough that his accent was supremely sexy.

So that is the plan. 19 days until I am destined for Puerto Rico, and let me tell you, I am ready. I have become uber-bitchy-flightie lately and even had to give myself a bad-girl's time-out in the flight deck on the second last leg the other day. I feared that if i didn't vent to my wonderful pilots in the quiet confines of the "pit du cock" (cockpit, har!) I would probably tell some poor passenger who happened to look at me the wrong way to go fuck themselves.. and that is not known to be true Courtney style.

So here I am, sitting in my own filth (2 days since my last shower!) waiting for laundry to finish so I can get clean and put on the polyester for another fun filled day of safety demos and snack-mix.

If anyone wants to party down in LEDUC (LeSuck!), Alberta with me tonight, I'll supply the hotel room, you supply the fun.

C.