This year’s Halloween was absurdly fabulous! I drove up to Santa Monica Blvd. in West Hollywood to board my connecting flight aboard the lovely Tranny Air! Check out these beautiful flight attendants, their ravishing captain, and their hot tarmac guys (anyone know the real job title for this?).
No detail was left unattended, Tranny Air was the complete package. From homemade beverage carts plastered with the Tranny Air logo, to individual bags of salted peanuts also bearing the logo, to seatbelt and oxygen mask demonstrations, to coffee and cocktails, it was nothing but first class down the boulevard aboard Tranny Air. The girls couldn’t walk 10 feet without cameras flashing them at every angle. What a night!
The Tranny Air uniforms were all designed and handmade by the flight attendants themselves. Wigs were primped, preened, and Aquanetted to perfection. The girls trotted down the street amidst cries of delight as passerbys cheered them on. But they were all business, making sure everyone’s seat backs and tray tables were in the upright and locked position.
Where am I in all of this? I was the Official Flight Recorder this evening for Tranny Air, also known as “The Black Box.”