It just wouldn’t be a vacation unless:
* The flight was moved to different gate, the gate clear across the entire airport. Of course we missed the announcement and first tried to board the wrong plane, logically, we nearly missed our flight as we don’t run as fast as we used to.
*The flight was completely booked and I had a center seat near the rear of the plane. I set between husb and a very large man who smelled of a heavy load of cheap cologne and salami. The kid in the seat a head of me reclined his seat just after I got my computer out (a distraction to keep me sane as I’m a horrible flyer), the kid (young teen) proceeded to confuse the plane seat with a rocking chair for the remainder of the flight. Away went the computer as I couldn’t even open the top, out came the ativan.
*We left at 6:00 in the morning and finally arrived at our hotel around 11:30pm. On our west coast stomachs, that’s dinner time. After settling in we took off on foot as there are a few fast food restaurants very near by. All of which closed at 11:00, except the drive thru. Oddly enough, they will not let you walk thru a drive thru, regardless of how good your story is. The hotel offered to have their shuttle driver take us to a near by restaurant. After getting into the van, we bribed him into just taking us to McDonalds instead. He thinks we’re crazy. I think we spent more on the tip than the meal just to make it up to him.
This is just the lead in… the *real* vacation begins tomorrow!







