Combat ou vol?

I went to NY to see my babe and to celebrate my entrance into my newest decade . . . 30. Well, the fun had to come to an end. This is a synopsis about my return to FL.

The cab ride to the airport was like something out of a movie. The aggressive cabbie with the West Indian accent and a bad attitude. This guy seriously had me thinking there was a chance that I just might not make it. I made it from Parkchester in the Bronx to JFK in LI in about 15 minutes! This guy cut people off left and right, talked on the phone, flipped opposing drivers the bird and had mild pleasantries with me all at the same time ... scary.

So because of my super-speedy cab ride, I got there REALLY early. The guy at the bag drop counter looked at me like I was a nut ... my flight boards at 7pm (1900 - military time) and here I am looking at this guy at 430pm (1630 for you military folks). So, where is a good place to get "picked up" or "hit on" the airport of course. I got to get a cup of Joe, and here he comes, machismo in the flesh. He asked where am I off to ... French Vanilla Island is what he thought I said ... ROFL ... total misunderstanding ... I thought he asked what I was drinking (DD large french vanilla half/half sugar). In any case we were both hearing something totally different.

My flight was scheduled to take off at 1930 but of course that would make sense that it would take off on time. We were 40 minutes delayed, number 20 in line to be exact. I thought that okay, it is cool cause I usually sleep on the plane anyway ... unfortunately, this time I got the kid with ADD sitting next to me. Her mother thought she was slick and even tried to convince me that I was mistaken and that he purchased my seat for her kid. I saw right thru that one ... Whatever, the flight was long but thankfully we made it.

Apparently the men of the household determined that my SIL was incapable to pick me up at the airport ... so they sent brother #2. I was nervous but thankfully he came thru. (He has a history of not showing up when he promised to be there.) He made it just as I got to the carousal to get my bag. Of course in the mist of waiting for the bags to actually start coming around, my brother had to move the car. Okay, here is where it got a little strange . . . Brother #2 had to go around cause you know how they have to keep the traffic moving ... he got lost going in a circle. It was weird. I was like dude you were just here ... in any case, he realized where he ended up and finally we were on our way home.

I got home at about 1230 and then didn't fall asleep til about 0200 ... I got up at 0600 cause I had go into work. I scheduled myself to work ... apparently I am glutton for punishment. I think that was the longest 12 hour shift of my life. I made it though cause I am strong just like my mama.