We might have had a bunch of meat to finish off last night, but we were pretty much out of coffee and creamer. This could be bad. Every morning, I have gotten up, showered, dressed, fixed my hair and put on my makeup before going downstairs. This morning, I threw on some clothes and headed to the coffee bar down the road. Trust me, this was best for everyone. No morning coffee is Defcon 1 in my world. You can ask Joe. I must have looked like I needed it, because the girl at the counter wanted to know if I wanted a triple shot or an intravenous drip…stat.
Julia worked her magic and got us a late 2pm checkout at the house. Our flight isn’t until 5, so it was great not having to vacate the premises at 10am. This gave us plenty of time to take one last walk on the beach, a dip in the pool, or watch the 3rd round of the NFL draft.
Apparently, security at the airport got me mixed up with Tres. Each and every year he gets pulled and strip searched, which is a source of great merriment for the rest of us. This year, it was me…and I was not amused. I feel so violated. And just to be thorough, I was pulled into a separate room to have my suitcase searched, then at security I was patted down and my carry-on bags searched…and as if that wasn’t enough, the process was repeated AGAIN at boarding. I haven’t gotten this much action since this morning. I am now convinced more than ever that I’m hopelessly heterosexual. That girl did nothing for me.
All that makes me wonder about the application process for people in airport security. I bet they are put in a room with a stand-up comedian and shown re-runs of Seinfeld, and if they so much as crack a smile they are out of there. Their annual evaluation consists of being sequestered with a litter of puppies and if they laugh it is immediate grounds for termination. Bonuses and promotions are based on how long their brainwaves and pulses flatline while watching a baby giggle. It takes a special kind of sourpuss to make the cut.
The flight was uneventful but going through Immigration and Customs in Dallas was not. It took almost 2 hours to get through, but on the bright side, no cavity searches were conducted. We got into Dallas too late to get a flight to Midland, so we’re staying at the Grand Hyatt at the airport and going home in the morning. Tres and Julia are headed to Brownwood. Denise and Eddie are headed to the Westin. Dave and Gina back to Wichita Falls. Dave and Judy are in a cab, headed home. So we are scattered in every direction. Gathered for drinks the other night, listening to the tide roll in, it struck me how very lucky we are. Not just because we get to spend a week each April in some island paradise, but because we have friends that we are delighted to spend a week with each April. We are truly blessed to have these people in our lives. Love you guys! Try to stay out of trouble until next year.