September 6th, 1989
Girls’ flat, Hampton Hill
Another enjoyable day in the classroom, plus more time spent onboard the Boeing 747, navigating our way around the beautiful aircraft that I can’t wait to start flying on!
Kimberly and I ordered Chinese for dinner and set up our food on the living room floor. We sat on cushions while we ate, with the telly on, turned down low.
“Thanks for driving to Cranebank every day,” she said.
“No problem, it beats my usual commute.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same Jumbo course.”
“Me too. Thanks for having me. The three of you did well to find this flat so close to the airport.”
She nodded her head. “You’re always welcome to stay. I think there’s been about three or four nights so far where Lorna, Meryl and I have been here at the same time.”
“We have an unusual job,” I said, topping up her wine glass.
“You can say that again! How many people can say they spent the day wandering around an empty aircraft trying to locate the safety equipment.”
“We can,” I said, waving the empty wine bottle in the air.
Kimberly laughed her lovely laugh.
“Do you know what I just remembered?”
“What?” She asked
“Christopher is in LA tonight.”
“You mean David?”
“No,” I said. “Christopher. He’s there for the MTV Video Music Awards.”
She put her hand over her mouth. “That’s right. You should be there!”
“Can you imagine?”
“I heard The Cure are playing.”
“Where’d you hear that?” I asked.
She smiled. “I have my sources.”
“Oh, get you.”
“Nah, I’m just kidding. There was something in the papers about it being their first appearance on American tv.”
“I wish we could watch it. Though with the time difference it doesn’t actually start until about four in the morning our time.”
“Maybe when we start flying on the Jumbo to LA, we’ll meet some Hollywood stars in First Class.”
“I’m sure we will. I can’t wait to get to LA,” I said wistfully.
“Nor can I,” Kimberly said, grabbing the empty wine bottle as she stood up. “But for different reasons to you.” Using the wine bottle as a microphone, in a tv announcer voice, she roared, “But this weekend, LA is (she made the sound of a drum roll) “coming to youuuuuuu, Karen McGarr!”
I jumped up and joined her, dancing around the living room.
“Woo hoo,” I shouted, gleefully. “I can’t wait!”