We’re preparing for our journey to Wisconsin with our three-year-old. Red eye from Honolulu to Phoenix, five hour flight to Minneapolis, four hour drive to my husband’s parent’s house. Everyone keeps telling me: bring stickers. Stickers?
My travel checklist:
1. DVD player
2. Morphine drip
3. Nanny
4. Upgrade
5. HBO producer sitting next to me so I can pitch How to Party with an Infant, the series: Sex in the City (minus the sex) meets Weeds meets the Sopranos then kills off Sex in the City ’cause that show was a stupid rat. We’re women, we’re free! We can spend money on Manolos and talk about fucking! Wow. Revolutionary. That is SO my life.
6. Stickers
That’s all I got.