Travel Tips for Working Girls

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Working girls. Unleash the monsters. I’ve been thinking a lot about all of the various “don’t call us girls” and “don’t call us females” and “don’t use ma’am” and the list goes on… and I have a post brewing in my head (that likely won’t be well-received and perhaps not even written)… but for this post I’m going with working girls. Because I’m a girl and I work (my curvy girl ass off) and I’ll refer to myself however I want (because I can). Also, I’m not a dude so I have no idea how dudes do things. Or do we call them boys? Or men? Or guys? Or males? Or…?

So now that *that* is out of the way…

I travel a fair amount. I’m not sure when it happened. I feel like I was traveling a lot before I moved to New York City but now it feels like I am really traveling a lot. I’m not complaining. I enjoy it (except when I miss my pooch which is always). I will say with 100% certainty that I prefer personal travel to business travel to which you will say with 100% certainty, “well, duh, Captain Obvious.”

In all of my travels, I’ve learned a few tricks. Some are actually quite useful (to me). Some just make me feel good about life. In the event you didn’t stop reading after I declared myself a working girl, these tips are for you.

Pack the night before. Or, ideally, the day of your trip. I realize this is likely impossible for people with kids but I can tell you that doing so will likely reduce your load by at least one suitcase. For me, when I’m leaving for a trip and I start packing sooner than the day before I end up lugging a bunch of stuff around that never sees the light of day. Pack the night before or day of? Only the necessities. Sure, there may or may not have been situations where I have to buy an emergency something, but it sure beats over-packing. Always. Try it. You’ll like it. Promise.

Leave the finishing touches for later. I learned this from La Lamb. I used to get ready as though I *needed* to be ready the moment I get on the plane. Not necessary. Especially for long-haul flights where a nap is likely involved. Now? I tend to the basics at home – moisturizer or tinted moisturizer and eyebrows. (And I obviously never leave home without my pants on.) I leave the rest for the plane. Two hours before landing is the ideal time to put on the rest of my face, as my grandmother would say. Most people have done their thing and are settled, and you miss the hour-to-go-everyone-rush-the-restroom crowd. Et voila, you step off the plane looking fresh as a daisy.

Coconuts are your friends. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Water, water, water. And before getting on the plane, coconut water (if you’re cool with coconut water). The moment I started drinking a large thing of coconut water before flights, followed by lots of water in the sky, my life changed.

Do good for someone else and you’ll feel good about yourself and better about the over-priced hotel you’re likely staying in for days on end. I travel back and forth to San Francisco a lot so I have a little box near my desk in SF where I stockpile toiletries. Whenever I stay in a hotel, I collect the shampoos and soaps I don’t use – but I am 100% paying for! – and when I have a good collection, I drop them off at women’s shelters. They always need stuff like that so you can feel good knowing that you – and someone else – got your well-earned money’s worth. If I’m traveling for fun I do the same thing and just pack it up in my checked luggage and off I go.

Because I prefer my lists to have an odd number of things, I’ll share one last little-known (?) secret. If you fly on Virgin America, and I am a Virgin America LOVER, and you wait to check in six hours before your flight, you’ll have the option to upgrade for a ridiculously awesome deal. (Pending availability, of course!) I’m talking $299 to upgrade to first coast-to-coast. It can’t be beat. I’m sure other airlines have their thing too, but this one is really my favorite. It works about 50% of the time but those are odds I can live with, you know, given the first world problems associated with traveling first and all.

So there you have it. Happy flying, airplane lovers, happy flying.

And, yes, I’m writing this while on a plane. See you soon, San Francisco.

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