I had such a fantastic time in Tallahassee. It’s a quaint little town (that was the descriptor of the week) with plenty of hidden gems. I’ll be putting up pictures soon, of course, but some of my favorite moments went undocumented. Like bumming on the couch and watching bad TV with my besties. Or sightseeing in the rain armed with a too small umbrella, a too hot jacket, and a too thin poncho.
It’s strange. While we were together it was like we’d never been apart. As soon as we separate… well, I miss them already.
The only hitch in my flawless arrival was the really short layover. I didn’t know his could be a negative. I got off the plane and literally had five minutes to get to my connecting flight. This would have been fine if the Charlotte Douglas Airport wasn’t huge-normous.
And then I saw them. The moving walkways. In my mind, they have always been the epitome of a lazy, out of shape, sedentary generation. Yet they were my only chance of getting to my gate on time. So, swallowing my pride, I all but sprinted down those mobile floors.
I’ve landed safe and sound in Tallahassee! Customs was a breeze (because I didn’t wear any jewelry, or a belt, or even bobby pins in my hair), the flights were quick, (I would literally doze off and then be woken up by the flight attendant saying, “prepare for landing.”) and the weather is hot. Yay, for vacations.
PS: Get it? Tallahassee.. Tally… Tally-ho? I’m so punny :P
How the hell are you gonna call me at 1730 to tell me my flight at 1900 is cancelled?! WTF?! If I tried to cancel my ticket an hour and a half before the departure you’d laugh in my face. So what the hell makes you think doing it to me is acceptable.
Btw, putting me on the flight tomorrow morning is not “accommodating.” It’s a damn inconvenience. If I had wanted that flight I would have paid for that flight. But I didn’t. I’m waiting for my refund, assholes.
Ugh! This travel thing is stressing me out, yo. Maybe it’s because this is my first time traveling alone. Stressor of the hour? Baggage. I need to pack for six days and leave room for souvenirs. But I don’t wanna pay an extra 50 bucks for my bag!
Mission: Fit everything into my one carry-on bag.