Just thought you might appreciate a quick update while I’m cocktailing (or beering…I mean…whining…err wining…FINE cidering at the airport). Whatever. I’m drinking.
Brian was just on the phone with his dad when I told him that our flight was (SURPRISE) delayed.
He relayed this information to his dad, who may be picking us up at an ungoldly hour in the morning. All I heard was Brian’s end of the conversation.
“Yeah, we HAD a direct flight. At a reasonable time…but it was the for the wrong day.”
Whoops. For those of you who missed that Facebook update…
I may have booked our flight for Saturday instead of Sunday. Luckily, I caught it in enough time to change it…we just don’t have a direct flight…or an early evening arrival.
In order to entertain you/me, I’ve decided to share the end of our trip before the rest of it.
Things that happened at the airport so far:
Traveling with booze is expensive
At luggage check, we were informed that my classy packaging of wine was not acceptable to airport standards. I learned a very valuable lesson about packing and traveling with booze today. Apparently, wine inside tied hotel laundry bags inside grocery bags wrapped with a hoodie does not constitute well-protected. $30 and an embarrassing scene of opening and rearranging our luggage later, my wine, beer, and olive oil is now safely bubble wrapped.
TSA felt up my cheese
At security check, my California cheese and sausage was determined a dangerous set of weapon and greedily manhandled by TSA. (And you remember how I feel about TSA.) This concerned Brian…not the part about the manhandling, but the part where I reacted to the manhandling. Apparently, you’re not supposed to touch your stuff unless they ask.
That’s it… so far. We’re boarding a flight to LAX now, so who knows what could happen next.
PS: If you read the comments below, you’ll discover what DID happen next. *facepalm*