May 6, 2009 12:24 am
This past Saturday, I left for the airport at 6am to catch my flight. Excited to be heading away for a child free day, it was only after I boarded the plane that I noticed the ginormous pizza stain down the front of my white t-shirt. My parents stayed in my room and I forgot to get a clean shirt out before they retired for the night. I ended up wearing the t-shirt I slept to the airport to avoid having to wake them. I texted Jamie to inform him of my pizza stain status (I thought he could use a laugh) and put on my sweatshirt for the duration of the trip.
Immediately after sitting down on the plane, both of my fellow rowmates made strategic moves to claim the arm rests on either side of me. I know better than to lose out in an arm rest war but I’m always slow to the draw so I sat there squished and sweaty while cursing my middle seat status. The lady in the next row over was wearing a Michael Jackson mask to ensure that she didn’t get Swine Flu but she kept taking it off to get a sip of (potentially infested) water, defeating the point altogether.
Around the time I noticed the masked passenger, someone sneezed. Then another person coughed. The lady next to me cleared her throat and sniffled a few times. I was surrounded by a plane full of patient zeros. I thought about swiping the smart (not at all crazy) woman’s mask and thought better of it. As I type this (Tuesday evening), my throat is sore and I’ve contracted some sniffles of my own. It’s only a matter of time before I start oinking like a pig.
The rest of the flight was uneventful. I watched a movie until my laptop battery kicked it. I stared at the back of the seat in front of me until we finally landed and I could breathe clean air again. I caught my connecting flight and Jamie picked me up. We checked into the hotel and I took a sweet ass forty-five minute nap. Awwwwwwww, yeah. We got ready and headed to the main event.
The wedding was nice, short and sweet. Our two year old niece (daughter of the bride and groom) sat in the front row and yelled out random, hilarious things (like “cookie!” and “who dat guy?”) throughout the ceremony. The reception came around and Jamie pulled off a stellar best man speech. His intention was to make people laugh and cry and he did both.
The dancing started out strong with “The Twist”. My SIL and I were twisting along (quite terribly) when Jamie and my BIL twisted their way over. We were trying to out twist each other and the competition was tough. This is where our Wii Fit hula hooping moves came in handy. Twisting was taking a lot out of us so we alternated between hulaing and twisting to save our energy. We took a break until later in the night when my SIL dragged me back out on the floor. I concocted a game where (since I can’t dance) we took turns picking a random stranger from the crowd and dancing like them for an entire song. Jamie and my BIL joined the game and we were all dancing along, mimicking a crazy cousin’s dancing and having a blast. My BIL (who’d had a few too many) started talking to the crazy cousin and unbeknownst to us, filled her in on the game. We scrambled to change it up before she caught onto us and quit dancing shortly after almost getting busted.
The next morning we got to the airport at 6:30 only to find out that our flight was delayed due to poor visibility (note: missed sleep opportunity). We were now in jeopardy of missing our connecting flight so we spent the delay staring at the monitor trying to will the flight to take off already. The flight landed seventeen minutes before our connecting flight was supposed to leave. We took the shuttle bus to the opposite side of the airport but the future looked grim. When the bus doors opened, my willpower to fly kicked in and I yelled “I’M RUNNING!” as I took off sprinting across the airport. Jamie tried to keep up, all the while yelling negative things like “We’re not going to make it, just give up!” and “I’m not running anymore, this is ridiculous!”. I left his lazy ass behind and ran for the gate.
I pulled up to the gate with about two minutes to spare. The gate attendant looked at me like I was nuts (huffing and puffing and clearly out of shape) as I did the whole dramatic “OMG, I can’t believe I made it! This is so incredible!” thing. I told him that my husband was clearly in worse shape than me (not true) but he was right behind me and they needed to wait. Jamie made it and we got onto the plane, huffing and puffing and sweaty as all hell.
The whirlwind weekend was fun but I’m still tired as hell. We made it home just in time for the kids to get up from their afternoon naps so we got a full afternoon of toddler in. We’re both still sore from all of the crazy twisting that accompanied the evening and I’m totally counting that airport sprint as my exercise for this week.