So I was gone for a week, home to Pennsylvania for Christmas. The traveling was hectic and crazy. On my way there, I had a connection to make in Chicago. I was supposed to leave Chicago at 11:30 and arrive in Philadelphia at 2:30. When I got in to Chicago, my connecting flight was delayed, it said it wouldn't leave until 2:30, when I was already supposed to be back in PA. Ugh! Danielle had set it up online that if my flight was delayed or anything that I would get texts sent to my cellular device. I went to some restaurant and got a taco salad although it was only ten a.m. I kept getting text messages with different times. It said my flight wouldn't leave until 2:30, which I had already gotten off the departure screens, then I got one that said 1:20 we'd leave, then 2:30 again, it kept changing. I had called my mom to let her know it would be late, so she didn't have to leave the house so early and wait around the airport. So when I finished my salad I went over to wait at the gate, for hours. Or so I thought. Suddenly they came on the P.A. and said, "Um, oh just kidding, we are going to leave on time at 11:30 after all." They didn't say it exactly like that but. So I called my mom to tell her I was boarding in 5 minutes. She had to rush to get ready because it would take her as long to drive to the airport as it would for me to fly there. So that was that dramatic entrance. Mom and two of my girlfriends came to meet me, though they didn't meet me right away because they were at the wrong baggage claim haha. Speaking of baggage, Danielle asked when she was dropping me off if I had packed everything I own so that I wouldn't have to come back. I said it was only the essentials. But we were both right, everything I own is essential. I had two enormous duffel bags both full to bursting. When I was repacking to leave, I realized that I have no concept of time, I probably could have changed into a new outfit every 4-6 hours all week with everything I took. Clothes horse, what can I say? So then when I was getting ready the night before I was to return to MS, I discovered my driver's license was no where to be found. I had been bitching about not wanting to leave, be careful what you wish for. I didn't really not want to return, but without I.D. I couldn't. So I slept for like 2 and a half hours, between 7 and 9 a.m. I know that that is only 2 hours but it was around those times. The rest of the time I was hyperventilating and having heart palpitations and looking everywhere for my stinking license. I had gone to the club on Christmas Eve, and I left my wallet in the car and only took in my license and cover charge, so that is how it wound up not in my wallet where it belongs. I ended up finding it in my room luckily.
I hate to go to the club by myself, I don't know why I always insist on doing so. I always think its a good idea, until I get there, and I end up just making an appearance, as if people notice or care, and leaving. I stayed a lot longer than I have in the past when I go solo, but I didn't close the club. It was dead, I have never seen it that empty, except one of the first outings when we thought it was a good plan to turn up right at 10 when they opened even tho no one goes out until midnight. And that time it eventually got crowded. It is usually impossible to move in this place, but it was wide open. I felt even more conspicuous since it was so empty. But it was decorated cute for Christmas. I didn't see anyone I knew, tho I didn't really expect to. I was surprised they were open that night anyway, but I had to go while I was home, just because.
HOLD THAT THOUGHT, I WILL PICK THIS UP LATER, OLIVIA JUST DOVE HEADFIRST OFF THE SOFA INTO THE COFFEE TABLE AND I AM HOLDING A BAG OF FROZEN VEGGIES ON HER HEAD. YIKES.
xoxo, Travvy
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