An Explanation

Brother Bear always calls me OODilbeck (Double Oh Dilbeck) when I tell him where I am going and what I am doing. I think it's mostly because he thinks I am ridiculous, and partly because he's going to miss me. But, he says it's because he never knows exactly where to find me.

At any rate, I think the name has stuck since Nance's been calling me it, too. And I kinda like it. It's got mystery and intrigue and martinis. You know, a lot like me. Right? So, this blog is dedicated to keeping Brother informed of my whereabouts.

This adventure really began yesterday at the Third Street Promenade (the situation was desperate, I needed walking shoes before my flight left and we only had three hours or we would have went somewhere, anywhere, else...) Cas and I were asked TWICE if we were TWINS and took this photo shot before our double wheat grass and double matcha shots at Jamba. Gotta boost the immune system before a big flight!
My flight from LAX to London was providential. I was STOKED and got a free upgrade to Business Class on British Airways (what they are calling Club World now) with a fully reclining 6 foot bed and personalized service. I know what you're thinking... But I didn't even say ONE word to anyone about an upgrade. It just happened cause God likes me.

Now, trying to get though a sleepy seven hour layover in Terminal Four, home to many, many things I should not even think about buying. (PS. Cristie and Holly B, the Marc Jacobs purse has followed me here!!!)

Take off for Tel Aviv in a couple of hours... I'll post when I get settled!