Everything went smoothly at the airport until I was walking onto the plane,when I suddenly remembered--oh, NO, I forgot my packet of money. So, there is an envelope with $800 in my bra drawer. Luckily, my husband had pressed that $400 on me, and I put that money immediately into my purse. Thus, I am not destitute, just feeling foolish. I then pulled out the card on the airplane to read along with the emergency instructions(yes, I am very compliant) only to find after a few minutes that someone had thrown up on it. I carefully put it into the barf bag, but had to wait until the plane took off to go wash off my hand. EWWWW! Getting off in Minneapolis, we were evidently at a far off terminal; we had to traipse across an empty parking lot to a tram station to get to the main terminal. Have I already mentioned that, even at 10 p.m. it remains extremely humid here? (and there are swarms of mosquitoes--which Alison is allergic to!) We got briefly lost on our way to the hotel, and Bubba had to do some Formula One driving to get us off the freeway--actually it was probably me yelling at her, "Bubba, we've gone too far! Get off now! I don't want to end up in downtown Minneapolis!!" Our hotel evidently used to be in a GOOD part of town, but had huge groups of gangsters in front of it drinking when we arrived. (plus a cop and signs everywhere that guns were not allowed) I guess those signs must prevent that, right? Today we're up early after very little sleep(Bubba snores) and off to the Mall of America. I am hoping for ONLY good things today. Note to self: Never bring a brand-new razor on vacation. Always pack numerous bandaids.
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