Back in Florida
I'll post on the Girls' Weekend sometime on Wednesday. As I write this, it is 1:30 am and I've been home for about 15 minutes (flight delayed, and my bag was like the LAST one off the plane, of course). In the interest of full disclosure, I am also a bit drunk still. LOL. Mom got me to the airport quite early (which, as those of you familiar with our family know, is almost unheard of), so I went to the bar to kill some time (of COURSE). There, I made a new friend (name unknown), a bartender/real estate developer. Friend was 24 years old and, might I add, HOT. Not "Jen Hot" (because my definition of hot seems to be different from those around me, LOL), but seriously, HOT. I had a couple of drinks with him, and then the bartender brought me a third.
"Funny," I said, stirring my new drink ('cuz who am I to say no?), "I don't remember ordering a third."
"I know," said Friend, smirking into his beer. "That's 'cuz I did."
He was so cute. If he could fit in my carry-on, he'd be here now. And I wouldn't be blogging, if you know what I'm sayin.
(Brief interlude as I think fondly about Friend.)
So then in Detroit, my plane to F.M was delayed a bit (on top of the regular 75 minute layover), so I went to my fave airport bar, Fox Sports Skybar ('cuz you can smoke there, too), had a double screwdriver (what? It was only $3 more than a regular!) and made another new friend. As it turns out, the sling and stitched-up nose is quite the ice-breaker. Men apparently love it. New Friend didn't buy my drink (he had a girlfriend), but he did make the layover a lot more pleasant.
(And no, Mom, I was nowhere near drunk enough to be barred from the plane. Relax. I wasn't going anywhere near a wheel any time soon. I was actually quite responsible in that way. When I get snockered, I do it in a safe manner.)
On the way out of the bar, I stopped and thanked two female servicememembers who were seated near the entrance. They were very touched, actually. They're deploying in a couple of months, so please say a quick prayer for them.
Anyway....my head freakin' hurts.
Will post more later. Now, must unpack (at least some of it; it's a compulsion. I HATE waiting till the next day to unpack when I get home, but may have to make an exception this time) and read some mags that came in the mail while I was gone.
PS--O.J. gives me heartburn. (The drink, not the football player-turned-murderer. And I KNOW he was legally found not guilty but COME ON. We're all adults here.)