Where Am I?
Monday was, um, interesting.
We got to the airport in PLENTY of time but the line to get checked in (we were already checked in, just had to check bags) was enormous. I was sweating it. We finally get up there about 20 minutes later and find out that our flight had been cancelled! AH!!
So the gal says they could get us on the 10 am and they were holding it for about 15 minutes and well, it was 9:55 at this point. Um. Oookay. We literally RAN to security. It took agonizing minutes to get through (fastest I’ve ever run through, though) and then RAN to the frigging gate.
It wasn’t a full flight but it was one of those where there weren’t three seats together. We get all the way to the back of the plane and decide that we’d just split up and this nice man moved over a row for us to all sit together. So that was a plus.
Short light and it was good. Landed. Guess what? No luggage. AH!!! It wasn’t on our flight but it was guaranteed to be on the next one. Which landed TWO hours later.
So, the girl who came to pick us up was sweet and took us to lunch while we waited for Plane #2 to show up with our luggage.
We get back to the airport (TOTAL madhouse, by the way) and recovered one bag but not the other two. So we were about to give Southwest a piece of our mind when the other two showed up. Whew.
Got to the hotel FINALLY at 2:30.
(My sister and I decided it was the Do-Over Trip because we had to keep Doing-Over just about everything! LOL)
And four women getting dressed for a wedding at the same time was very entertaining. But we made it and it was off to the wedding at 4:30. And it was lovely! We had a smashing good time at the reception too. We ate BBQ and danced our legs off. And I eve managed to injure myself dancing. I thought at first my toe was broken but it seems to me that it’s just a very bad bruise with some swelling (and boy is it UGLY). I’m keeping my toes taped until it heals completely.
We managed to drag ourselves back to the hotel at around 12:30 am. Very late. And way past my bedtime. We all finally settled down for bed somewhere around 1 am. And then I promptly woke up at 3:30 am and STAYED AWAKE. It was a torturous day. I don’t know how I survived or even HOW I’m still sitting upright.
We begged for a ride to the airport and my other sister and her sweet husband got up at oh-damn-thirty and took us. And, really, it WAS oh-damn-thirty. He stopped and bought us all coffee. I don’t think any of us would have made it if he hadn’t. Check in and security was actually decent. We made it through with nary a hitch. The flight back was good and our bags were some of the first ones off which was smashing. Made it to the car, drove back to Mom’s house and dropped off my sister and niece and then I high-tailed it to Fort Worth to meet Man for lunch and the head into the office. I got there about 12:30 and hit the ground running. Well, limping. Seeing as how I have bum toe.
I have lots and lots of great pictures. I’ll try to get some posted up. Someday. Soon. When I have time. Between midnight and 6 am. HA.
This week is the family open house. It’s on Friday and we have a TON of work to do. Food to buy, decorations to do, and various and sundry other things.
OH! And my RITA entries were waiting for me at the door when I got home. I have only a few weeks to read like 8 books. I have NO idea how I’m going to do that, especially with the contest going on. I think I want to stab myself in the eye.
Okay that’s it for me. I’m going to bed. I’ve had it. Good night, all.