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."
Go me!
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.)
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AND, I had the whole row to myself on both flights. This wasn't that unusual on the Detroit flight, which is never as crowded, but almost unheard of on the Ft Myers flight. The rest of the plane was full (except for the occasional middle seat)--and, of course, Jen's Row.
I guess God DOES love me after all, Anna. ;)
Hahahahahahahahahaha! I love you. And I love the brief interlude as you think fondly of Friend :-)
I'm glad you made it home safely, but I wish you were in MI for the whole summer. I know you and your mom would kill each other, but at least *I* would get to see you a few more times, and really, that's my only concern ;-)
I'll email pics from my camera this afternoon. I also used up the 2 disposable cameras at the pool yesterday, and I pick those pics and cd this afternoon, so I'll also email those. Then you can do a post complete with pictures!
Sounds like fun! You sure are Friendly :)
That's nice about getting your own rows & God & stuff! Jesus loves all of us, of course, even Jen.
Sounds like fun! You sure are Friendly :)
That's nice about getting your own rows & God & stuff! Jesus loves all of us, of course, even Jen.
well hell, i can't get past the fact that Jen has a compulsion to unpack when she gets home? I never would have guessed. Jen - you the girl, you can make friends like right now!! GO GIRL :). MIss ya
ahahahahahaha! me, either, Kish. I wonder if the stuff actually gets put away or just thrown on the floor in a corner ;-)
Dont be too impressed. Still not totally unpacked. LOL
oj gives me heartburn, too.
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