Yesterday Daughter and I arrived at the home of my in-laws in South Carolina. It was a cool and breezy 100 degrees.
I've been planning this trip for months. SmallTown does not have what I'd call a reliable airport (as in the airplanes are so small they look like they need an 8 year-old on the ground with a remote control.) So we always have to drive at least 2 hours to another airport. For some reason, I decided it would be a good idea to fly out of Lubbock at 7:30 AM. That would be in the morning.
This meant that I had to be at the airport at 6:30 AM. In the morning.
My goal was to reach South Carolina before rush hour and before dark. However, flying out of Lubbock at 7:30 would mean leaving my house at 4:30 (which is also technically in the morning.)
We decided it would be better to drive over the day before, enjoy a good dinner, get a good night's sleep, then head to the airport, as opposed to getting up while the night watchmen were on their coffee breaks.
Hubs left work a little early and I already had our bags packed. We drove to Lubbock and went to Pei Wei for some good Asian food. That's when it all went very, very bad.
Hubs decided to teach Daughter the art of making a suicide drink at the fountain drink machine. He apparently only mixed Dr. Pepper and root beer, but mostly Dr. Pepper. The thing about the Doc is that it has caffeine.
By the time we got back to the hotel, Daughter was full of energy, so much so that she had the uncontrollable giggles. This lasted until 1:00 AM. In the morning.
We got up at 5:00 AM. Yes, that would also be IN THE MORNING.
We opened up the Hampton Inn breakfast and I must say that those scrambled eggs taste much better when they are freshly made. I usually eat them near the end of the breakfast time because I am normally still in the bed and the only way I ever get breakfast and coffee is if Hubs brings it to me while I'm still in my pajamas rubbing my eyes.
But yesterday the sun and I shared our first cup of coffee together. I looked around for that Jimmy Dean sausage commercial guy, but even he was still asleep.
When we loaded our suitcases in the car, I said,"It's still dark. This is so wrong."
Hubs drove us to the airport and dropped us off at the curb because of something about a meter running. Oh, I kid. He parked and then made me pay for it.
Seriously, I was eternally grateful that he was able to drive us to the airport (which is an act of love and friendship right up there with helping someone move) before returning to SmallTown to go to work. God love him. He pulled the suitcases, hoisted them up on the scale, checked our bags. He basically did all the heavy lifting.
He even waited to make sure we made it through Security because you never know, what with my record and all.
After we made it to the other side, Daughter decided she needed a water. I was glad to fork out the twenty bucks to keep her hydrated, so we waited at the Starbucks counter. A lady dressed like a pilot was ahead of us. She ordered 4 drinks, all with different dairy and non-dairy contents and types of syrup. I kept an eye on my gate, wondering if I'd make it and get the water.
I couldn't complain because every girl needs her Starbucks coffee whenever available and heaven forbid for me to get in the way of a pilot who is just trying to keep her crew awake. (I don't know much about flying regulations, but that seems like it would be at the top.)
We were able to get our water in time and board our plane, which had another pilot and crew, I may add. I don't know if they were properly caffeinated.
Within 20 minutes of takeoff, the pilot or co-pilot (how do you tell?) walked to the back of the plane to the bathroom. My first thought was, "Don't they need him up there?" and my next thought was, "Didn't he go before we left?"
My third thought was,"Maybe he did get a double espresso."
And my last and final thought was,"This is such great blog fodder, if only I can stay awake long enough to write it. Maybe I should have had the double espresso."