The mini-holiday was lovely – sunshine, music, great company and new friends. And a whole lotta goofy-stupid stuff* thrown in for good measure. Bonus to get to lie in the sun on a Caribbean beach for a day, while drinking buckets of cold beer and people watching… in JANUARY.
Mother Nature, however, wanted to make sure we all know who’s really in charge. Flights home were rather challenging – and i’ve just returned to my home-jammies after spending almost 24 hours in the Charlotte, North Carolina airport – slammed on Monday with a gnarly winter storm.
i’m beat, but still quite happy. That’s the sign of a good vacation…
The entire airport shut down Monday around 10:00 pm, and we got booked onto a direct flight home for 7:30 am Tuesday…. Skipping details for now, here’s a fun text thread i had with The Boy today while trying to keep him and The Girl up to date on my whereabouts.
daisyfae: Charlotte is still fucking us hard. Still trying to get out. Got a flight booked to C-town that might go. Rental car reserved, so we may make it home tonight.
The Boy: Who’s Charlotte?
daisyfae: The airport. We didn’t make it to the ‘refugee concourse’ in time last night to get the Red Cross cots, so we rigged a shelter of cardboard boxes. Bastards wouldn’t let us build a fire.
The Boy: Thanks again, Terrorists! Jesus. You can’t even have a good ol’ bum fire in an airport. Did they even offer the regulation size oil drum trash can?
daisyfae: No. But Studley McRocklegs** MacGyvered a hot dog cooker out of some other guys phone charger. Fucker was sleeping. Serves him right…
The Boy: Survival of the nerdiest. That was in the Bible, right?
daisyfae: On a plane. Will text when i land somewhere. If the roads suck, may have to stay at your place tonight.
The Boy: No problem.
daisyfae: Landed! Now we play ‘find the luggage’ and see if i still have a rental car.
The Boy: Can’t believe you made it. If you can’t get a rental, I can come get you, but gotta warn you, my rates are higher than those Blue Cab driving hajiis.
daisyfae: Got a car reserved – unless they sold it to a higher bidder. But we smell worse than any cab driver ever could. Will that get us a discount?
The Boy: Potentially. I have a rule – if you smell worse than my car, you get to ride at cost. And by the way, do you think homeland security has been privy to this conversation? I’ve mentioned ‘terrorists’, ‘Jesus’, ‘the Bible’ and now hajiis…
image from here. cute midwestern refugee girl…
* One example ship-side: Elevator arrives, door opens and a pile of people are sitting on the floor, being silly and drinking umbrella drinks, beer and champagne. They invited us to their “Elevator Party” – and we played along… So much more fun than the usual boring elevator ride…
** Not his real name…