Excuse me, dahrlings, but...


10 years ago someone had the brilliant idea of celebrating you!

As you know, I’ll take any excuse for a party. But goodness, if anyone deserves recognition it’s folks who have the cojones to send people jetting around the world, hoping against hope no one shmucks up their hard work on the other end.

That’s what I call passion money can’t buy. (Good thing too, since the payment part of the equation is MIA.)

Which raises the question, what does a travel expert do when there’s no travel to expert up? Like when a tree falls in a forest when no one’s there. Does it really? Something like that..

Point is, it’s such a waste of all that fabulous talent! Reminds me of when my third husband forgot his little blues on our honeymoon. There I was, one of the most proficient round-the-world maestros facing a ban on lift off. You might say, diddly-doo. But I tried that.

Dahrlings, today is the day you scour Amazon for something frilly. (Yes, I know there are male travel advisors. Tough noodles. I’m talking to the ladies.) Put up your feet and tell the next client who complains about wanting a refund that you’re busy eating ice cream from the tub. Maybe you’re even in the tub. Boooha!


Ivanna Gabbalot


Part legend, part myth, all woman: Ivanna Gabbalot is OJ’s gossip columnist and considers herself the industry’s conscience. Equally annoying to Open Jaw management and inflated egos in C-suites everywhere, Ivanna works infrequently, preferring to snipe from the sidelines.

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