So I'm starting out my trip perfume-less. I forgot to take it out of my purse and the damn TSA guy threw it in the "Hazardous Material" can. Sucks. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise, though. Now I'll fit in with all the stinky French people. Flight leaves in an hour, Verizon cell service is suspended, dad is taking nerdy pictures of me in the Alaska board room... the usual.