So I am on my way to Washington DC to an executive officer conference for work. Flying out of Sawyer, to Chicago and then to Reagan in DC. Trying to stay entertained and document my trip.
So I woke up with an icky tummy. I don't think it was nerves. Being a military brat, I have flown plenty. I love flying. I know the routine, the process, and don't mind the turbulence. I love flying. Who knows what it was. Maybe the 100 proof captains I had the night before, but I only had 2 so that shouldn't be it either. Oh well. I downed some toast and made the best of it.
KI Sawyer airport is tiny. The check in was right there when u walk thru the door. There is no big airport to walk thru. So Tony and Asa came to see me off. It was not an emotional goodbye, I am only going to be gone for 3 days. I am sure they will enjoy their guy time together and not miss my nagging about picking up after people or this or that. I have to admit, as much as I will miss 'debating' with Asa every day (we don't argue, we debate) or trying to figure out what to make for super or that everyone has a decent lunch, I am looking forward to a tiny break. Where people cook for me and housekeeping cleans my room lol. And I will miss my honey to snuggle with. I have a hard time sleeping without him. Xo.
So getting thru security didn't take long, it's just a pain in the ass. Taking the laptop out of the carry on, take the shoes off, take the sweatshirt off. Put everything back in and back on. Boarding was quick but the plane was SO SMALL.
I felt sorry for the very large men trying to fit in between the wall off the plane and the metal arm rest that did not move. Arms and shoulders all sticking out into the isle. Looked uncomfortable. I lucked out. There were 3 seats across: 1 seat, isle, then 2 seats. I was in the 2 seat part with no neighbor. Yay!!! That made me happy. Will I get as lucky on the next flight? This will be a bigger plane no doubt, going into DC. I hope. I could care less if I have a window seat or not. They are nice but I don't care where I sit. Just hate sitting in the back next to the bathrooms. Pew.
So the plane is so small my carry on does not fit in the overhead. Dammit. So I have to wait until everyone boards, haul my bag to the front to tell the stewardess it doesn't fit. So the valet guys will take it then she tells me to take out the laptop first. Ok I take out the laptop. Then she tells me nevermind let's just put it in the front closet here it will fit. Ok. So I repack the laptop. Again. I need a tablet. Honey did u hear that? Kids? Mothers day is coming up I need a nice tablet so when I travel, this big ass laptop can stay the hell home. And it's heavy. So I squeeze thru the tiny isle and back to my seat. It was a nice flight. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the big lake on the way out but it was too cloudy and we were enclosed in white fluffy clouds shortly after takeoff. So I read. Played on my phone and read.
Got to chicago, I am wearing a tank top AND a long sleeved shirt. Ok Toto we are not at home anymore. Whew. First thing, find my gate. Check. Find a bathroom. Check. Change clothes!! I opted to keep the tank top and throw on a Harley short sleeved shirt. Much better. Thankfully after standing in line I got the handicapped stall with lots of room instead of trying to stuff my big ass, my bag, my purse and sweatshirt into a tiny stall, pee and change. Lucking out so far. You hear that Jim, the gods are on my side today. I should not say that too loud, I am about to get on another plane soon....
Stay tuned for the arrival to Reagan International Airport, the trip to the hotel and my adventure out to the Wall.
Xoxox
Omg I almost typed Yooper tourist right there. What do u call it when u think something u shouldn't. Like when u wanna wash ur mouth out with soap but it's in your head lol. Not a yooper. Not yet.
Displaced traveling cheesehead?? And I refuse to go sit in the Bears or Cubs restaurants :-)
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