Purple Sexy

The security at the air port was extra-especially thorough today. I got interrogated for at least 30 minutes including detailed descriptions of my research, a list of my friends, showing emails, going through one of my chemistry talks and showing the list of contacts on my cell phone.

Not to mention the swabby-swabby-swabby of my stuff. My computer was X-rayed, count em', five times.

I was so flustered by the end of it I forgot to grab my coat out of my luggage before I checked it.

Waiting for my delayed flight to Moscow, I was freezing my butt off in my tee shirt in the over air-conditioned terminal. After three hours of goose bumps I gave up and shivered my way to the duty free to try and buy the cheapest warm piece of clothing I could find.

After hunting though the bottles of booze, cartons of cigarettes and ridiculously over priced sweaters because they had an alligator on them, the result of my search was a miracle thirty dollar track suit hidden behind the one of the cash registers. After the purchase, I immediately tossed on the purple zip-up sweater. But then thought, well heck. If I am going to spend all night on a plane, I may as well wear the comfy pants too. They are a little on the tight side; you can see my underwear lines when I walk- but who cares. I am warm and I am all decked out to sleep on the plane.

So here I sit outside Gate C6 illustrating my indomitable sex appeal by wearing a matching purple track suit.

But don't worry, since I am heading to Moscow first, I am surrounded by the fashions of Russians. The purple track suit actually seems to fit in.