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.