Monday, December 13, 2010

Maybe Next Time We Plan Better

It's been a while since I blogged. I'm getting over a cold and trying to not think about the awful weekend The Viking and I spent together traveling to Florida for a wedding a few weekends ago.

Who wouldn't like a wedding in sunny Florida? Free booze, food, dancing....It was gorgeous, but we should have realized it was going to be something out of National Lampoon's Vacation when we had to move our flight out from Friday to Saturday b/c all the flights were booked. And when you fly standby that means you ain't flying.

So instead of enjoying a peaceful afternoon in Florida by the pool on Friday, we had to wake up at 4 a.m. on Saturday to make a 6:40 flight. I checked a bag (which in hindsight was a HUGE mistake) and although the flight itself was good, I couldn't sleep, which turned out to be the cause of my awful mood half way though the wedding - well that and the fact that they played the Macarena.

I'm not even going to go into the hassles of finding and securing the rental car. $140 later and I'm fuming. "We should have planned better," The Viking said the first time of many that weekend.

Because I just HAD to take a bath, the only room open at the hotel, a Marriott, with a tub AND a King bed, was handicapped accessible. Whatever, I thought. The shower was small, so when The Viking showered he had to duck or take the head off the wall and "hose" himself down. And my bath would have been perfect if the drain stop actually worked. The lever was busted so I had to make-shift a stopper with a plastic cup. I was actually proud of myself for that idea. In hindsight, agreeing to taking the room was a dumb idea.

One good thing was my hair did what I wanted it do and I felt pretty good in my dress. No photos to share though, I was not in the photo-taking mood that night.

The ceremony was gorgeous, the decor was lovely the food was okay and the music was, well let's just say my feet would not allow me to get on the dancefloor. I know I'm a music snob, so what I think may have been not so good, could have been someone else's perfect.

Anyway by 11 p.m. I was beyond exhausted, sober and just ready to go to sleep. I was grumpy as usual and needless to say, not making The Viking happy, who was not sober and not tired.

Cut to the next morning and bagels and tea at Starbucks and Einstein Bagels. Ready to get home. The Ravens were playing the Steelers at home that night and The Viking was going to the game with my Dad. I was ready to be home. Home however didn't happen until 3 p.m. the following day!!!!

Our 12:30 p.m. flight from FLL to BWI was booked. The Vik was able to find a flight from FLL to Raleigh-Durham that went on ahead to Baltimore and arrived at the same time as our original flight. Perfect. We're on it. I'm happy, he's happy. We land and the ticket lady in Florida failed to put us on the transfer list when it was time to deplane. Um WHAT!??

So in the airport we sat and sat and sat and waited and waited and waited. Plane after plane was full and by 6:30 p.m. we had to give up on getting home. John had to forget the game and I had to realize that I'd be sleeping in my clothes in a crummy hotel. Bonus to lots of waiting? I got A TON of reading done.

We booked a cheap room in the Mircotel (more money and stuff we didn't plan for) and although the guys at the desk were cool enough, I'm convinced I got my cold from staying there. It was pretty much a dump but all I was willing to spend ($60) for one night. We went to a nearby Hooters, ate their terrible food and tried to root for the Ravens next to an ignorant Steelers fan. We were both miserable.

Next morning: a free and lousy breakfast at the hotel. I start to feel a scratch in my throat. We get to the airport, try for the 9:30 a.m. flight and told again we'll have to wait. Finally around 10 a.m. we get booked on an actual flight. I get my ticket and I'm so happy to finally leave NC I twitpic the photo:

Am I finally going home? Could this be true? I know it doesn't sound like that bad of a time but as The Viking said when we laid on what was probably two mattress springs with a few slithers of cotton for a bedsheet: "This is as close to camping as we're going to get honey."

When we finally arrive in Baltimore that afternoon by 2 p.m. I'm miserable. I'm convinced I have the flu. My body aches. I'm shivering, cold and I have a throat that is super sore. I'm barking at The Viking b/c his friend is 20 minutes late and I'm convinced he's going to pack his bags and move back to Florida.

Thank God he didn't. We both agreed to never travel again on a weekend, during the holidays or without proper planning.

Another lesson learned living together. And a memory I'd rather forget.  Anyone else sympathize with our travel disaster?


  1. In October, Bobina & I traveled to Destin/Panama City Florida for a wedding. The person who introduced Bo & I was getting married and we felt oblogated to go then we got selfish and thought, hey, my parents have a condo in Panama City so lets make a long weekend of it. Then we got really stupid. A month before we left we some NOW former friends guilt trip us into taking them along. It was just going to be the four of us, then at the last minute they announced they were bringing their 3 kids and mother. Essentially they were bogarting a family vacation out of this wedding trip. One thing led to 70 things and by the end of the 4 days, we had babysat, momsat, overpaid for food, and regretting ever even knowing them, much less traveling with them. Funny thing is, by the end of the trip, Bobina and I discovered some stuff about ourselves and our young marriage. We are stronger as a result. That's the reason you have been reading more about how happy I am and how much I love my wife.

    Yeah, I sympathize with the wedding trip from Hell. Good news is, you and the Viking survived. Good times ahead.


  2. Wow!! Happy to know the trip made you stronger though! :)
    Thanks for reading and the support!