home, sweet home

it felt so good to take a shower today.

really. i mean, i haven’t showered since sunday morning.

why, you might ask?

well that’s what happens when you’re stranded at an airport.

our trip to new york started off great. we flew standby, but made it on our scheduled flight. after dropping our bags off at the staten island hotel and having lunch with rachel and dave, joe’s sister and fiance who flew up friday night, we went with joe’s parents for a ride on the staten island ferry. i had never been to new york and, since we didn’t have time to go into the city, this was the next best thing.

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i was fixated on the statue of liberty as we rode by it. there’s something about looking at that that makes you proud to be an american.

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as we looked at the skyline of new york city, joe’s dad said, “it’s just so sobering.” since i’d never seen the city before, seeing it now without the twin towers didn’t hit me as hard as it did joe’s family.

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when we got off the ferry, we spent a few minutes at battery park, where i bought a pretty prada purse (yes it’s a knock off and i’m not ashamed!). hehe. then it was back on the ferry for the ride back.

that night we went to joe’s great-uncle and great-aunt’s 40th wedding anniversary party. and can his family throw a party. it was excellent. it was catered by this chinese restaurant (and they made sure i had vegetarian food for each course) and seemed more like a wedding with place cards and personalized chocolate bars and lifesavers at every plate. there was an open bar and plenty of dancing. it was so much fun. i’m a really bad dancer, but joe and i had a great time dancing with his parents and rachel and dave, as well as slow dancing. and now we finally have “our song,” which i’ll post later when his parents send us the pictures of us dancing.

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joe and dave even danced together.

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sunday morning we were up at 7 a.m. for breakfast at one cousin’s house and then brunch at another cousin’s. it was bagels at both, and now that i’ve had a new york bagel i don’t think i can ever eat another bagel again. i can’t even describe how good new york bagels are, but i can tell you i’ll be emailing joe’s cousin greg to see if he can fedex me some. 🙂

then it was off to newark airport for the flight back. but when we got to our gate we discovered that the first two flights had been delayed, and the third cancelled, which means that flight’s passengers were going to be put on the last two flights to atlanta. i was a lower priority than joe’s family since i’m not related, and we knew we wouldn’t get on a flight, so we took a cab through new york to laguardia. we missed a 4:30 p.m. flight there to washington d.c. but made the 5:30.

at d.c.’s national airport the flights to atlanta were supposed to be wide open. that is, until they were all delayed and the last one cancelled. i was number 87 on the standby list when joe’s family was cleared for the 7:05 p.m. flight (which actually left at 8:05 p.m.). joe’s parents weren’t going to leave me there, and with the ticketing agent yelling for someone to get on the plane, they pushed rachel and joe on. i got upset for a few minutes, mainly because one minute joe was next to and the next he was gone without me being able to say goodbye, and i was stressed out. but i got over it and we began trying to get on the 8:05 p.m., which was scheduled to leave at 9:05 p.m.

we joined the crowd of other standby passengers at the gate, hoping to get on. i was the last person called. they tore our tickets, and as we were walking down the ramp to the plane, a man ran down and said that he had been called ahead of us. he had, joe’s dad said, so we let him go and asked one of the employees to make sure there weren’t three seats left.

there were only two, he said, so we told them to call two more people. as they did, one man said he’d check one more time. while he was gone, two girls ran down the ramp, excited to have gotten on the flight. we told them to wait because our seats were being checked on. they said, screw you, and got on the plane. the man came back and said there had been three seats left instead of two, but no one made the girls get off, and they let one other person on.

we were mad. not only had they given our seats to other people, but it turns out they had given seats to people with lower priority than me. we should have been on that flight no matter what.

we contemplated driving the 12 hours back to atlanta, but decided to book a room for the night and try for the 7:05 a.m. flight on monday which had 42 empty seats. when we got to our room around 10 p.m. or so, joe’s dad got on the phone to relist us while his mom and walked two blocks to a 24-hour cvs pharmacy to buy toiletries since our bags were in atlanta without us.

while we were there and while joe’s dad was still on the phone with delta, joe and rachel arrived in atlanta and began searching for our bags along with about 3,000 other people. it took them about two hours to find all our luggage.

we fell asleep somewhere between 1 and 2 a.m., and i was awake at 4 a.m. and out of bed at 4:45 a.m. to get ready to meet our 5:15 a.m. cab.

we got to the airport, checked in and went through security.

“you just won the lottery,” the security officer told me as he looked at my ticket after i walked through the metal detector.

that just couldn’t be good.

“you’ve been randomly selected for additional screening.”

yippee.

so while joe’s parents watched, my feet were inspected and another officer ran a wand over me to make sure i wasn’t hiding any weapons that the metal detector may have missed (didn’t know they’d miss that kind of thing). then she looked through my purse. camera. chocolate bars from the party. money. driver’s license. debit card. must have been pretty boring for her.

on to the gate. finally. we sat in the mini food court eating muffins for breakfast when we heard any announcement over the loudspeaker for any 8 a.m. passengers to atlanta who wanted to to switch to the 7 a.m. flight.

no. really, no. we had to be on that flight. HAD TO. it’s a thing called work. and a shower. and sleep.

we sat at the gate, and i was a nervous wreck wondering if we’d make it on the flight. joe’s parents were called, and his dad told them they were waiting for me. i was the last person cleared. i was relieved. joe’s dad later told me he had told them we had been screwed over the night before. maybe that had something to do with it.

so yesterday around 9:30 a.m. we got back to atlanta, and i was able to have lunch wtih joe, which was really nice.

and now it’s back to the grind. the daily routine. how nice that is!

leaving on a jet plane

joe and i are heading to new york early saturday morning. and i do mean early. our flight leaves at 9 a.m, which means we have to be up by 5 a.m. to get ready and be at the atlanta airport the customary two hours before the flight leaves.

and let me tell you, i am not a morning person. joe can attest to this. i’m grumpy and cranky…and that’s when i’m waking up at 7 a.m.! so that coupled with my fear of take-offs probably won’t be a good combination. hehe. and, in the back of my mind, will be the lingering thought that my parents took out life insurance on me. i can understand that, but it always makes me more nervous. at least i know how much i’m worth now though!

it’ll be a fun trip though. fun and quick. we’re coming back sunday afternoon. but it’ll be fun. we’ll be going to a party for his aunt and uncle’s 40th anniversary, and then meeting up with other family sunday morning. lots of people to meet. lots of people to impress. i’m getting kind of nervous!

daddy’s little girl

my dad and i always have had a close relationship. when we lived in maryland we had a weekend house in the woods of virginia. every morning as a little girl when we’d spend the weekend there i’d get up very early with my dad, while my baby brothers and mom still slept, and we’d sit on the couch and he’d read to me. those are the times that he and i both remember and still talk about. daddy-daughter time.

i’ve always been my daddy’s little girl, and i know i always will be. even though i’m an adult now, i still cherish the time he and i can spend together. i don’t see him very often now, since i live in georgia, so sometimes he and i will have lunch when i go to chattanooga for my weekly staff meeting. even though we only spend an hour together, it’s nice. and now i think about the day when he will walk me down the aisle at my wedding. his youngest daughter. yet another, special moment i can share with him.

i always wanted to be like my dad. as a child i wanted to be a lawyer just like him. now i hope to marry someone just like him. i think i’ve found that person in joe. joe and his dad have a relationship that i admire as well. they play catch together. they go to the movies and eat cups of jalapeno peppers together. they roast the turkey for thanksgiving together. it’s interesting how different and yet how similar a dad’s relationship with a daughter and a son are.

now, as i look at joe, i see what an amazing father he is going to be. i see the soft look in his eyes as he sees a baby and admires how sweet and innocent it is. i can picture him playing catch with our son, taking him to little league and cheering him on. i can see him teaching our daughter how to drive and, as he said last night, waiting on the front porch with a shotgun for her to return when we let her start dating when she’s, oh, say, 32.

i know people who haven’t been lucky enough to have a great dad. i’m glad i did. i love you dad.

loving the three-day weekends

i thought it was sunday all day yesterday. i’m not used to having three day weekends, but how nice they are when they pop up. saturday joe and i napped a lot of the day before getting ready to have dinner and a movie at my place with my friend julisa and her boyfriend. on sunday we had lunch at my grandparents’ to celebrate my grandma’s birthday, my parents’ anniversary and my brother’s girlfriend’s birthday. then we drove back to cartersville, hung out with joe’s friend jon and then went to bed.

yesterday was not the ideal memorial day. i know many people plan outdoor activities, and we were no exception. we were going to spend the afternoon at the park with a picnic and our frisbee and books, but it drizzled all day long. instead, we went out to lunch, watched movies, played a card game and napped until joe left to go to a concert in atlanta with his friend, brandon. i stayed at joe’s with the diz, did some laundry he needed for today and watched romy and michelle’s high school reunion and romy and michelle in the beginning (yes, i’m a dork).

i also learned your not supposed to put ties in the washer (please hold your laughter back to a minimum). i didn’t know this. joe had a tie in the laundry basket, so i figured it needed to be washed and in it went. well. i think i may have ruined it. he said he’s going to take it to the dry cleaners and see if they can fix it, but i feel terrible. it’s probably something i should have known, but at least i’ll never do it again now!

my brother’s trip

my brother, ryan, is accompanying this guy he works for to st. paul today for a weekend business trip.

ryan: i have to drive 15 hours tonight
me: why?
ryan: st. paul
me: i thought you were flying
ryan: haha…me too

sucks for him to have to drive all that way, but he says he’s heard st. paul’s a cool city, so he’s excited.