Yesterday

All Times PST

3:15 a.m. – Wake up in a hotel bed in Nashville, TN.  Shower, perform basic hygiene functions, dress.

3:45 a.m. – Leave hotel.

4:00 a.m. – Arrive at Nashville airport.  Discover that the airport exit leads directly into the airport without passing a gas station where I can refill the tank of the rental car.  Make a snap decision that fuck it.

4:30 a.m. – Clear security.  For some reason got waved through the old-fashioned metal detector rather than the full body scanner that gives you cancer*.

4:30 – 5:30 a.m. – Look for souvenirs to take back to family.  Nothing for the kids.  Everything too country and/or western.  Gibson cafe does not sell shirts in kid sizes.  Almost buy Taylor Swift guitar picks.  Settle on box of Moon Pies.

5:30 a.m. – O HEY flight is delayed due to ice at the first stop.

6:00 a.m. – Boarded plane.  Got a window seat in the next to last row**.

6:20 – 8:00ish a.m. – “Slept” off and on, sort of.

8:10 a.m. – Arrive in Dallas.  Stay on plane while other people get off.  Once uncrowded, get a new seat, window, row 3.

9:00 a.m. – Leave Dallas, pleased that nobody has decided to occupy the middle seat.

12:15 p.m. – Arrive in Orange County.

1:00 p.m. – Arrive with spouse and children at Disney California Adventure.

1:00 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. – California Adventuring time.  Realize too late that box of moon pies will probably be melty sitting in the car all afternoon.

9:30 p.m. – Arrive home.  Enjoy a beer

10:00 p.m. – Make and enjoy a quesadilla***.

11:00 p.m. – Falling asleep while trying to write this post.

 

* So I’ve heard.

** Southwest, so no assigned seating.

*** Quesadilla is not in the WordPress spellcheck dictionary.  WTF.

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