I thought it was a long flight six months ago when I was on my way over to Australia. Oh my naivete! A long flight is when you're going home... for good... to finally see your husband. Wow.
My flight left Sydney at 12 noon on Tuesday, March 1st. And I landed in Chicago at 2:30pm on Tuesday, March 1st. Wouldn't it be nice if was only a 2.5 hour flight!! A girl can dream... unless she can't sleep on a 16 hour flight. Yeah. Fun.
So, I may have been a little excited (just a fuzz), and it didn't help that my flight left in the middle of the day so I wasn't tired at all. Let's just say that 3 movies, and several episodes of Glee, Modern Family and 30 Rock later, we still weren't beginning our initial descent into LAX. Sigh. I felt like that episode of Seinfeld where Putty and Elaine are flying back from Europe and Putty just stares at the back of the seat in front of him.
Despite all of the odds, I somehow make it through, land in LA and get on my last leg from LAX to ORD. I got excited that the seat next to me would be empty for that leg when at the last minute this ridiculously beautiful woman sits next to me (yes, she is a model and yes, I'll tell you who it was).
There was a lot of drama with finding space for her bag and I got stuck standing in the aisle for a while, but she was really nice and we starting chatting. I told her that I was coming back from Sydney and how I was there for work, away from my husband. She tells me how much she likes Sydney and how she couldn't imagine being away from her boyfriend for that long. Her boyfriend lives in LA and she lives in the midwest but they still manage to see each other every 3 days or so.
While we're chatting, I'm racking my brain as to where I may have seen her before. I couldn't figure out if she was an actress or a model... or I guess both. I was petrified that I was going to flip the page in the Elle magazine I was reading and see her picture - wouldn't that be akward. We continue chatting and she asks me what I do for a living and if I work in fashion. Are you kidding me?!!!! That is literally the best compliment ever, miss stranger super model person! Thank you!!
We land in O'Hare, she tells me welcome home again and we wish each other safe travels. In my drive home with Chris I mention, "I think I sat next to a Victoria Secret supermodel on my way here". We get home start googling to try and figure out who she is. I can't find any pictures of her, and then I remember.
"Oh! I think I saw her last name on the luggage tag.... it was Mellencamp."
How I didn't think of that earlier I don't know. It's not exactly like Mellencamp is a really common name. Yep, I sat next to Elaine Mellencamp. John Cougar Mellencamp's soon to be ex-wife (hopefully, given the boyfriend conversation). Ummm... that's pretty cool. I really would have appreciated her keeping me company on my long leg from Sydney to LAX, but she made it really interesting from LAX to ORD. Thanks, Elaine! Hey, and if you happen to read this - I thought you were really nice. We should be besties. Call me!
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