Beattys Overseas

Oh my goodness, what an adventure it was to leave New York City... Upon checking into the Business/ First Class desk at JFK, we notice a familiar face. Cameron Diaz and her posse are checking in as well, and we end up tailing them through the Security Gates and into the Admiral’s Club lounge. We check into the desk, where I’m handed my complimentary cappuccino coupon, and start following John into the Club. It should be noted that we are still, at this point, following the Diaz party. Her crew walks in past the second desk, as one of her people hands the attendant a small credit card thingy. John blasts past the desk and walks into the club with Cameron’s girls, looking like he’s part of their group. I’m holding our passports and boarding passes, which I hand to the attendant, and she asks for my V-chip card. Uh, what V-chip card? I walk out to their first lobby and ask the woman who initially checked me in about the V-chip card, and she informs me that is for the First Class –only lounge. Oh boy. So, I walk back into the lobby of the FC lounge and tell the attendant that my husband is in there, and I’m just going in to get him. She raises her voice and tells me that I am not allowed to go in there without my V-chip card, and out of nowhere another attendant appears at my side to escort me into the Business Class lounge, which is down a long hallway. It seemed like they thought I was trying to stalk the movie star, so they treated me a bit rudely. Mind you, I have both of our passports & boarding passes, so I know John can’t go anywhere without me, so I’m not worried,but, I’m miffed: The first day of our worldwide trip, and he already ditched me.

When he finally found me sitting in the Business Class lounge, [after he spent 20 minutes reading the paper and enjoying a raspberry croissant with the Cameron Diaz people] he looks around and says, ''Ugh, it's like Grand Central Terminal in here. You should see it in there - it's really lovely.'' I wanted to punch him.