This is the replay of the week that found me sleeping in 5 different places in six nights. My back now hates me but the trip was well worth it. As it'll take forever to tell the story as one whole event, we'll (and by that I mean I) will break it down into little fluffy puff nibblin' size.
Story #1:
Alana graciously offers to drive me to the airport in Charlotte, as it is a one way flight and driving myself would be sort of stupid. But her car wants to blow up, and mine has a habit of not going. So I decide to rent one. A cheap one. A little, tin can, put your legs through the floor to make it go kind of car. We are both very, very excited about our supercompact adventure mobile. But the cute boy at Avis gives us a free upgrade to the Ford Taurus, which the both of us can't stop giggling about. Us in our big green Taurus. So 9pm on Monday we had out for Charlotte to go stay with Alana's friend Blackwell before I have to be at the airport at, oh 7am.
We're cruising along at a crisp 84 when we see the car. The cop car. And the lights. And the pulling over of the champion green Taurus. And the explaining of the rental. And then...
The ticket. And the mandatory court appearance. And the incredibly good sportsmanship of Alana. I think the very loud blaring of Wyclef may have added a few miles to our speed. Whoops.
Caught my flight from Charlotte to ATL no problem, though I slept that entire 40 minute flight. I may drooled I was so out of it. Two hour layover in the ATL before catching a very full plane to Baltimore, where Hatcher graciously picked me up (it's over an hour from her house. Note the kindness of her friendship. Bask in the warmth. I do.) and brought along two surprise guests of Mandy and Sarah, two of our old high school girls home from college on spring break. What a friggin' treat.
More tomorrow...when I actually get there....
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