Up In The Air.

That’s where I am. (Correction—was. I decided I wanted to watch more movies and drink wine and not eat food because the airline ran out. Then I ate hummus at midnight. But you’ll get to that later. #healthyliving)

And, apparently, that’s how my life is as of late.

The past six weeks have been a whirlwind, and I have a bit of catching up to do (with both myself and my six readers). So I guess the easiest thing for me to do is to start from the beginning (or rather, where we left off). I’ll try to be as short and concise as possible.

Here we go.

September 28

Run the Bronx 10 Miler. Even though my weekend long runs boded well, and I felt I could really hammer out this race with a 7:35 pace, I fail miserably. Neared the black out stage I once reached before at mile 6. Pulled over at every aid station thereafter for Gatorade, which tastes like warm piss. Ali passes me at mile 8. I tell her it’s hot. It was. Finish in 1:22:48 (8:17).

So. Humid.
So. Humid.

Get medal. Tell His Lordship I want nothing more than wine and football. He acquiesces to my request.

October 1

After a series of vet appointments, hospital visits, countless blood work, and subcutaneous fluids, we say our final goodbyes to our beloved feline. Walsh and Reema aid our sorrows with wine and cheese. Astor, you will be forever missed.

I'll love you forever.
I’ll love you forever.

October 2

Head to Laguardia for Wilmington Wedding Weekend Extravaganza. Find our trusty officiant and his girlfriend. Coerce kind lady at Delta counter to let them board our flight instead of their later one that included a connection in Philadelphia (ew). They sit behind us. Fun ensues.

The start of funtivities.
The start of funtivities.

October 3

We’ve finally reached the day we’ve been waiting for—our two families were about to meet at a glorious rehearsal dinner hosted by my glorious in-laws. The setting is beautiful. There is no rain. More fun ensues. #nailedit

October 4

Arise in the company of my captain and teammates. Start singing a tune to myself entitled, “Today’s The Day I Get Married.” (I made it up with the help of my betrothed.) Walsh, Katie and I go for a run. In the blink of an eye, I’m married, eating crab cakes, and dancing on the dance floor with tambourines. Grow concerned that I haven’t talked to anyone (weddings are hard). Drink more wine. Return to Figure 8 where we would be for the next two nights.

By 2&3 Photography.  Hire them. You will not be disappointed.
By 2&3 Photography. Hire them. You will not be disappointed.

October 6

Am more hungover this day than the day after our wedding. Have lunch and farewell drinks with friends in the Wilmington airport.

All the wine.
All the wine.

Connect in Atlanta for a first-class flight I sleep through due to hangover. Arrive LAX, recheck bags, and take red eye to Papeete. Attempt to sleep on what is the most uncomfortable flight I have ever endured. No, seriously. Should you ever fly Air Tahiti Nui, you’ve been warned.

October 7

Arrive in Papeete. Take ferry to Moorea. See a whale and a flying fish that flew for a solid 15 seconds. Go snorkeling. Upon exiting the water, I notice my lady parts are on fire. (Sorry, parents.)


Am sad to be greeted like this on my honeymoon. Go to sleep by 7:00 p.m.

October 8

Awake at 4:15 a.m. Watch sunrise while listening to the sweet sounds of roosters (EVERYWHERE).


Go for a run. Come to the conclusion that the Moorea Marathon is now officially off the bucket list, unless the race start is at 3:00 a.m.

Humid. And it's only 5:30.
Humid. And it’s only 5:30.

Chatted with a friend and native Floridian who helps me discover that I have sea lice. Splendid.

October 9

Celebrate 30th birthday. With sea lice.

So this is 30.
So this is 30. I’ll take it.

October 10

Arrive Bora Bora. Moorea now looks like a dump compared to what we are witnessing.

This is okay if you like that whole really-pretty-blue ocean-off-your-lagoon thing.

Eat Greek salad for lunch. I miss the real thing.

October 11

Run on our resort’s “healthy trail,” which is less than a mile long. It’s more difficult than I imagine. Get lost. Our moving time is much less than our elapsed time.

Again, it’s hot.

Eat a delicious dinner at the hotel restaurant by The Fam. (A grand wedding gift—thank you!)

I ate my weight in tuna. Not a bad thing.
I ate my weight in tuna. Not a bad thing.

October 12

Arise and track friends running various marathons. Go bonkers when we see Walsh run a 3:13 in Chicagoland. Send her a selfie.


Eat a piece of purple fruit for breakfast. It tastes like gummy bears.


Realize I’m beginning to miss American food. Order French fries.

October 15

Take an extremely short flight (4 minutes total, take off to touch down) to Taha’a (pronounced Taha-ah).

View from above.
View from above.

Go completely off the grid. I hope there are no emergencies back home (again, sorry, parents).

Hello, motu.
Hello, motu.

October 16

Go running…for less than 15 minutes.

This island is small.
This island is small.

Snorkel in the Coral Garden. The current is fierce. The fish are beautiful. I will eat them later.

Also saw two crabs doing it. Nature is neat.
Also saw two crabs doing it. Nature is neat.

October 17

Take flight back to Papeete. Stand in extremely long check-in line. Tahiti is not up to speed with technology. Take red-eye to LAX. Miss connecting flight to JFK. (Lesson learned, husband!) Grab lunch. Sit next to man wearing two Super Bowl rings. He was an exec for the Colts. “Nice ring,” His Lordship says. Man passes 2006 championship ring to His Lordship. He holds the ring, looking a bit like Smeagol. He does not offer the ring to me. Grow very jealous. Finally board flight to JFK. Do not eat food. Finally land JFK. It’s now 10:00 p.m. We wait for luggage until 11:15. Get cab. Call local neighborhood restaurants/bars to see if kitchens are still open. Eat hummus and roast chicken at midnight.

Presently, I’m very tired. I feel like I’ve just come out of warp speed.

I realize I have a lot to do.

I have to get my shit together and find a job.

And another feline. (#Catwarmingparty!)

Oh, and I guess I have to change my name.

Thanks for tuning in. I hope to hear from you soon. (Seriously, anyone seeking employees in the food industry contact me ASAP.)


Abbe Lew

(or simply, Her Ladyship)

4 thoughts on “Up In The Air.

  1. “He holds the ring, looking a bit like Smeagol.”
    Your Ladyship, I love this post. Thanks for sharing.
    BIG HUGS and lots of love.

  2. Great report mrs. Baker! We just sent your card so please let us know when it arrives. Your wedding weekend was a dream! So romantic and fun with great food and WINE!!!! Congrats to the both of you! Your honeymoon looked fantastic! Glad you were able to diagnose the sea lice sooner than later- next time tell your hubby to pee on you. Haaaaaaa natures cure the the pesky sea monsters.

    We love you both! Ally & Pat

    Sent from my iPhone


  3. Love this. First of all, your wedding was so beautiful wonderful amazing I don’t have enough adjectives. Secondly, your honeymoon looks AWESOME I want to go to there. I was laughing hysterically at the Smeagol comment. And, by the way, have lots of fun changing your name (it’s a giant pain in the ass). SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK.

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