Virgin

no no, not us - we're off on leg one of stage three of our world tour. we fly virgin down to LA (perhaps seat flirting with cute jet setters?). our lovely host has agreed to lug our bags whilst we scope frat boys until she's done with "law school." Then off to the land of smiles and racially charged condescension: Thailand on a Tour. 

Fingers crossed that there's several old couples. I'm searching for varicose veins and a hearing impairment. And perhaps a mildly autistic family that is traveling now because their kids go to year round school because "it's better for them." And dear god I hope we get matching visors and the guide has a flag on a pole. 

All kidding aside: this is gonna be a bomb ass trip.