Lady Time

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Last week I say down with my friend @chrissasparkles and she interviewed me for her new podcast. We had a blast talking about smart girl innovators, an excercise death machine, and more! You can listen to it at chrissasparkles.com/sparklecast πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’– Thank you, Chrissa! (at The Sparkle Factory)

I had asked Jolie a few days ago if I could fly with her, and she told me she had never taken a passenger up before but would think about it. When I arrived at the photo shoot, I told her that I mentioned to my mother that I might fly with her and that my mother did not like the idea one bit. Jolie laughed it off. Now, as I am watching her kick off her stilettos (she pilots barefoot) and step up onto the wing of her little white plane, she stops for a second and stares at me standing off to the side. There is a glint in her eye. A big smile spreads across her face. β€œLet’s go scare your mother,” she says.

Only as I am jammed in the back next to Leibovitz, bumping along the dinky little runway, does the reality of what I’m doing sink in. I imagine the headline: ANGELINA JOLIE AND ANNIE LEIBOVITZ DIE IN PLANE CRASH NEAR LAS VEGAS. I try to remember who went down with Patsy Cline, but I can’t. I am about to become a trivia question. I tell myself this will be a suitably fabulous way to die, and just like that we are in the air, floating above the desert, and my nerves are gone. β€œI’ll do some tight turns,” says Jolie. β€œMaddox likes it when there are g-forces.” [x]

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