Thank Goodness I'm Already Happily Married

Because if I was a Bachelor contestant, I'd be in trouble.

I think Jason has taken all the final girls on airplane rides, and we all know how I am on airplanes! I am sure he'd cut me after he saw my unavoidable air travel behavior.

And on that note, Mr. Sasha and I are flying to NY in mid-April for a little vacay. I've got two things to figure out before then: if my doctor will prescribe me a Xanax to take pre-flight, and how to get tickets to a Broadway show.

The Xanax will require a phone call that I will of course put off until the last minute.

But I imagine I need to work on the Broadway ticket thing now. Any advice?

Oh, and if you are watching The Bachelor, you should really be reading I Love the Bachelor Blog. Great play by play and great commentary.

Ya'll

OMG.

I forgot how much I hate flying. I am the worst passenger evah.

The second I walk through the doors at the airport, I say, "I feel sick." Mr. Sasha does not think this is funny, but I certainly am not trying to be funny- I'm totally serious.

During take off and landing, my face turns beet red and I start sweating and I feel like I might explode. I have to toss my reading material into Mr. Sasha's lap and put my head between my knees. I also have to moan a bit and grab on to his arm and whimper and do the whole cycle again, until the feeling is gone.

It's quite a sight. And it's not that I am scared of flying, cause I'm not, it just makes me sick.

The lady next to me today offered me a Dramamine.

I would have preferred a Phenergan, but I didn't have any on me, plus I'm no good for hours after I take one.

Anybody else a terrible flyer, and if so, what do you do about it?