One of my coworkers believes that Raj and I lead a fabulously exciting lifestyle. I'm not sure where she's getting that, but the information that we were flying to San Antonio for the weekend only confirmed it for her. The way that we're so jet set. Yep.
First though, there was my actual birthday. In the manner befitting our fabulousneess, I chose to go to dinner at the restaurant nearest our apartment since it was windy and rainy. Also, they make a damn fine chicken piccata and there's enough to have lunch the next day. Plus I got to open my very large gift, which Raj had set out on the ottoman for the purpose of torturing me. Inside? My very own camping/hiking backpack! So we can have more adventures! Last year, I used one of Raj's backpacks. There was a lot of hitching it up involved, seeing as how it was made for someone a lot taller than me. But my new one fits quite nicely.
The next day (after work) we were off! To Dulles Airport, where we saw a couple that Raj swears he sees every time he's there. Maybe they're following you, I suggested. Then he said that maybe he's following them and doesn't know it and I said that in this movie, I, the girlfriend, am going to get murdered, which, you know, fine. As long as he then goes on a rage-fueled killing spree to avenge me. I feel strongly about this.
Then we killed some time by tasting wine flights because GET IT? FLIGHTS? AT THE AIRPORT? Plus also, we are lushes.
Then we flew, without incident, to DFW. Where we didn't even need to leave the plane because we only had a short stop there before continuing on. Except, whoops, our pilots weren't actually there yet, so we'd be delayed briefly. Exit plane. Proceed to bar. Forget to turn flash on when taking cell phone photo of boyfriend with gigantic beer.
We boarded again at 11pm. Half an hour later, they informed us that our pilots should be landing at 12:05. At 12:40, they informed us that our pilots were there, sitting on the runway, just waiting on a gate. Then they said nothing until telling us to turn off our electronics in preparation for take off. Roughly an hour later. So our 11:20 arrival in San Antonio turned into 2:30ish. Meaning that our 36 hours in San Antonio were reduced to a scant 33 hours. In which we'd attend Owen's fourth birthday party, Melissa's wedding, AND spend some time with my family. AND eat queso! HOW WOULD WE DO IT?
At a pretty good clip and without a lot of sleep is the answer to that question. Also, it meant going to Owen's party at The Little Gym dressed for a formal wedding. Did this keep us from playing with the parachute? It did not. The birthday boy needed spinning!
And then we had to leave before cake. Which would have been a very serious bummer, were we not headed from there to a wedding. Which I will tell you about later, because this has gotten long and also I am not such a jet-setter (yet) that I don't need to stretch the material I have.
(Much the way the material in my dress needed to stretch to accommodate lots of wedding cake! HA!)