BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY: REMEMBERING RIHANNA’S 777 TOUR
…And so we waited, again. By the time I got through security, I’d be halted twice, once because my travel liquids weren’t in a Ziploc bag (the first time this had been an issue all trip) and then, again, because I was carrying the unopened bottle of perfume Rihanna gave us in the tour’s gift bag. I’d intended to give it away once I got home but the idea lost some of its luster watching the security worker tear open the packaging to run it through the X-Ray machine a second time. He placed the bottle in a large Ziploc bag, one in which it still did not fit, and offered it back to me. “Keep it,” I told him. It wasn’t worth the trouble.