Archive for July 2nd, 2007


Awake at 10 am on the dot, we showered and packed. While packing, I reached to the side and pulled my computer out of its bag with one hand. The pain I felt in my back was something I’d never encountered outside of having surgery. It was so intense that I wanted to throw up right then. And no, I know what you are thinking, but I really hadn’t drank much of anything the night before because I’d been so busy dancing.

It was difficult to even breathe, but I worked through the pain, finished packing, then laid on the floor and tried to stretch. I realized this wasn’t going to work and so I started asking around for muscle relaxers. There were none to be found.

We went to The Groom’s parents house for brunch. When I walked in the door, practically the first thing I asked Best Man/Brother was for drugs. I forgot that the house was full of doctors and I was suddenly backpedalling, now asking which over-the-counter medication would be best for severe back pain. I missed my prescription drug addicted sister at that moment. I could have used something much stronger than a couple of aspirin.

I said hello to someone in the living room and was greeted with the question, “Were you one of the dancers?”

It took me a minute to understand what they were talking about. It seems the UofM/CA group had earned a reputation. We had ruled the dance floor during the reception. We were probably some of the few people drinking as well. We had stayed up late and eaten our way through the suite. And now, here I was, trying to find drugs. I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever be invited back!

The aspirin at least took the edge off so that I could eat some food. Sadly, My Driver and I had to eat and run so that I could make my next flight. On the drive back to Detroit, we listened to the traffic report. One of the highways we were supposed to take was closed on the other side due to a fatality and two lanes on our side were closed. We went around, which took a little more time, but I still think it was a lot less time than sitting in traffic for an extra forty minutes.

I was at the airport just around the hour mark, which made me really nervous about making my flight. There were four agents, then three, and by the time I was the third person back, they were down to two. Amazingly enough, the two that were left were extremely efficient and processed us quickly. The line at security was short and I got to my plane with a few minutes to spare.

I boarded a Southwest plane in group C. I was certain this would land me a middle seat, but my luck was coming back just a little bit. I asked if I could sit between an older woman and gentleman who I’d seen together in the terminal. Sure enough, once I did, the gentleman offered me the window seat so he could sit next to his wife. It was a brilliant maneuver if I do say so myself.

I landed in Baltimore, having finally caught the first and only scheduled flight of my trip. Baltimore’s Southwest terminal is really nice. I grabbed a slice of greasy pizza for dinner, then settled into the beginning of the C line for my flight boarding in half an hour. I called Mom to let her know I’d be getting in around 7, then we were driving straight to Maine and should get in before midnight. Things were looking up.

I talked to Meine Schwester and we laughed about how nice it was to be on the same cell tower. When we finished, I took more drugs and laid on my back to try to get the pain to go away. I closed my eyes after starring at the ceiling. The I heard the voice of God.

She said, “The flight to Manchester is overbooked. I have a mother here who would like to get on the flight with her daughter. I can give you $200 in travel vouchers and a seat on the 8pm flight.”

As if possessed, I stood, walked to the counter and raised my book when I was within sight of the ticket agent. She stopped talking on the loudspeaker and I handed her my ticket. She printed a ticket for the mother who was thanking me profusely. I’m not sure what she said, but I remember telling her, “I just needed some good karma points. I seem to be running low lately.”

Good karma came my way in the form of a ticket on the 8 pm flight and a travel voucher for $425. Seems my ticket had been pretty expensive. The ticket agent thanked me, and I thanked her. I called Mom to let her know I wasn’t coming until 9 pm. I called Meine Schwester back and told her about my good fortune. She offered to come have dinner with me, or at least bring me some drugs, but I decided I only really had an hour now before my flight.

I headed straight for the wine bar I’d passed earlier. The cute bartender suggested the Pinot Noir tasting, and we all know I can’t say no to a hot guy. So this is what I tried:

Country: California France New Zealand
Winery: Morgan Joseph Drouhin Seifried
Grape: Pinot Noir Pinot Noir Pinot Noir
Wine: Twelve Clones Chorey-Les-Beaune Nelson
Year: 2005 2004 2005

I liked the California one the best and said I should go visit the vineyard when I get home. His favorite is the French one that was a little more dry and a little more fruity. I told him about my good fortune in switching flights. He told me about a trip to Italy and missing his flight. All in all, nothing of any significance really happened. I could make up some story about how when our eyes met, sparks flew and we went to the storage closet and had crazy stranger sex, but the truth is I spent most of the time at the bar writing the Thursday and Friday blog entries. Sorry I didn’t try to make Sunday more exciting for you.

Back in reality, I boarded the 8 pm plane with group A. I snagged a window seat and had a different older couple sit next to me. I fell asleep before we finished boarding.

Half an hour later, I woke up to find us still at the gate. The stewardess was on the loudspeaker, “If you have a lap child that the child MUST be on your lap.” Then they counted again. The next announcement was for everyone to pull out their IDs so they could go through the passenger manifest and figure out who wasn’t supposed to be on the plane.

At that point, a gnome-ish looking man ran by. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The woman next to me turned and I said, “I’m so sorry that my bad karma is now affecting everyone.” I guess the guy just had to use the bathroom, but why the one in the rear of the plane?

I called Mom again. “Guess we are going to be another hour or so late. They have to figure out who isn’t supposed to be on the plane. We might as well just stay at your place tonight.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll keep watching the flight to see when it leaves before I do.”

“Fabulous. Oh, I have to go. The people a couple rows back are talking about voting people off the plane and I need to make some alliances first! Ciao!”

I called Meine Schwester and we had a covert conversation about terrorists. It included her saying everything I was thinking but couldn’t say on a plane without getting myself kicked off as being suspicious. I knew she would know what I was thinking. There were some people on the plane who wanted to just let the stowaways stay, but I sure didn’t.

Finally the announcement came, “It seems that there has been a computer error. It decided to delete some passengers from the list. The people we took off are good people and are supposed to be on the plane.” There was clapping as they returned and we took off soon after.

We landed in Manchester around 10 pm. I went directly to lost luggage to find my once again dizzy bag that was waiting patiently for me. Mom took me back to her place, made me a sandwich and we went to sleep. I think I finally got a full eight hours.