P.S.

Can I just tell you that life without Carmex blows? It does. Hard. And let me tell you why I know this...

Leaving Raleigh, the AA desk agent tells me that chapstick IS allowed in your carry on baggage. Thank god. Okay, Gatwick to Budapest, it ISN'T, but I don't know that until my checked baggage is already long gone, so I have a dilemma - I can either hide the Carmex in my underwear, or I can surrender it to the rubbish bin in the name of antiterrorism measures. Well, let me tell you - NOT an easy choice. I actually had it in my underwear for a while, but the lines were so long that I had a while to contemplate the possible outcomes of my choice... and then I really lost my nerve when I saw that the Brits pat down EVERYBODY. I just knew the security lady would be able to feel it or I would just LOOK guilty, and then I would miss my flight to Hungary and Lady b/c I didn't want fucking chapped lips and tried to smuggle my Carmex... So I had to discreetly dig the Carmex out of my underwear in the line with about ten zillion British people. Not sure how discreet I was able to make it, but at that point I was pissed and didn't care.

So word to wise - check the rules!