There are probably more ways to book your â€œfreeâ€ travel than there are seats available. You can go online and try your luck. I did, and managed to nab one of the elusive 15000 pointers. Plus the usual taxes and surcharges and all that. Hereâ€™s the thing: I booked the trip in February. Iâ€™m going away in June. And there are about 12 flights a day on this route. Sounds like shoo-in, right?
Today, there is one less contender for the title of American Idol.
This weekâ€™s result show promised to be a goodie â€“ someone would get the boot and weâ€™d be down to the top 5. TOP 5! Thatâ€™s huge! I know the results show isnâ€™t nearly as exciting as its Tuesday night cousin but still, itâ€™s the one with the definitive ending. Only one small problem. I missed it.
…hereâ€™s something else you should know: people actually ask me about what I think. At least they used to. Back when I was a hotshot film industry exec (ok, an assistant to a hot shot movie director, but who really knows the difference anymore?) Yeah, back then I was in the know: great Parisian restaurants, hip London pubs, best gourmet food emporiums (imporia?) in Toronto, hottest beaches in Southeast Asia to meet Israeli boysâ€¦
All the coolio parents were so thrilled that their little hipsters only listened to their (the parentsâ€™) tunes. But come on â€“ didnâ€™t their kids want to hear the same one song over and over and over again? I mean puh-lease, after a while, donâ€™t The Beatles become as irritating as Raffi?
Credit card companies have wised up. Theyâ€™ve realized thereâ€™s a market for cards that actually let you spend your miles. No shortage of seats, no blackout periods, no restrictions on carriers â€“ nothing to stop you jetting away. Oh no, wait â€“ there is one little itty thang; the tax. And did I mention the other â€œfeesâ€? Lord help you if you dare to change your ticket. Ka-ching, ka-ching