Monday was the last full day that Adam and I got to spend together after I took care of him for almost seven full days because he hurt his shoulder, taking care of him meaning we played endless XBOX games and lived most joyously in our own filth.

I take off for Northern Ontario tomorrow stupid early for almost a month. Although, when given the choice I prefer flying in the morning, I don’t have a reason why I think it is because things seem calm in the mornings. It is probably some sort of false sense of security thing I’m realizing this as it is hitting the Word doc. I really hadn’t thought about it.

It is hard to believe I am basically flying the same distance I did in July yet I am only taking two flights [technically four I have to connect in YYZ to get up North but that is nothin’]

For Top Secret Mission JT 2008, I flew:

Vancouver to Seattle
Seattle to Atlanta [delayed I’d have missed my connection if ATL hadn’t been delayed as well]
Atlanta to Michigan [delayed over two hours stuck on tarmac for over an hour]

Coming home:

Michigan to St. Louis
St. Louis to Denver [delayed, had to SPRINT not run SPRINT to make my connection]
Denver to Vancouver [met seriously cool woman I wish I’d have stayed in touch with]

I would not recommend that flight plan to anyone who isn’t an experienced flyer, anyone who is an experienced flyer and anyone who ever wants to see their luggage again, I almost never check my bags.  And of course just like in the movies every flight I stepped off was at least a million gates from my next flight.  Not ONE was close.  Thankfully the reason for my trip kept me calm through all those flights, coming home was a little harder. I was the crazy asshole sprinting through the Denver airport my baggage smacking people in the legs and my screaming at them to get the fuck out of my way.  People seem to think that if you are or have been in the travel industry that you handle shit better, actually it’s the opposite I know how shit is supposed to work so I get mad easier at stuff.  I think it is pretty funny actually because I’m really not a good flyer and because I’m always in charge when we/I fly I can’t just tranquilize myself out.  In fact when I was getting ready to leave for Michigan I was starting to get really stressed about my insane decision to fly six legs when Adam said something to the affect of “I never find flying stressful”.  If I hadn’t have exploded laughing I may have thrown a mini fit, I may have, I don’t really remember but I do remember spitting out a speech letting Adam know that OF COURSE flying for him wasn’t stressful because I handle EVERYTHING. I hand him his identification and ticket at the gate. That’s it; he basically just has to show up. I even pack for him.

Although I haven’t worked in the travel industry since 2000, a lot of what I learned going to what is referred to as Travel College [I did go to the one that’s considered the best here, graduated with honors as well] has become priceless knowledge when it comes to flying anywhere today. They even teach you how to pack.  Can you believe I used to HAND WRITE scheduled airline tickets? This is partly why my data entry skills although slow now still have an almost zero error margin. You CAN NOT make mistakes on paper tickets, I am glad they are gone.

I am really excited about this trip yet nervous all the same. I am going to stay with Rhonda, a BFF since I was thirteen; we are totally getting matching tattoos man, we used to have an ear piercing for every year of our friendship but when I had my collar bone surgery I didn’t even put my tongue ring back in so my ear holes cept for the two I hear from are closed.

I was devastated earlier in the year receiving the news that her AND my parents were leaving. Some of you will remember that news was a large part of my hospitalized break down last March. Adam and I have never been apart this long and this is the second longest I will have ever left Gus for as well and she is old and seriously hates it when I go anywhere.  She refuses to stay away from my suitcase making it nearly impossible to pack and then she won’t get off it and it is cute and all but I can’t take you Gus sorry I can’t.  Oh and the fact that half of the cities blog world want to bang my hot husband doesn’t help either, I generally find it amusing and get off on it, but whatever unless you can play Virtua Fighter even half as well as I do you don’t stand a chance anyway.

So basically Rhonda and her spousal equivalent bought a water front motel and I’m going to help her run it one of their staff is taking off for a month so I’m being flown in. Kill two birds with one stone MAN we get to hang out and she gets free help minus the air miles.  This is going to be SO rad like the time my dad broke four ribs in his back and I had to go up to the sticks and help my mom run the show, plowing the driveway on the ATV was so fun I could do that shit everyday.  To be honest I never thought I’d have another chance to feel REAL woodsy living again but it will be cold there and the work will be rewarding and Rhonda has like every gaming system there is except XBOX which only sucks because I’m newly addicted but I don’t think I will have a problem playing the Wii.  And you can expect a FULL review of my Sony eBook because I will be using it.  I have used it but I wanted to wait until I traveled with it to give it a proper review.

If I want to take my Yoga matt I have to take the monster suitcase.  I love packing. I started my list a month ago.

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