Thursday, March 27, 2008
Go fill two gallon-size ziplocs with buttery grits. Then stuff them down the back of your pants. Now you know how I feel after this glorious trip.
We're back. Full of jambalaya, grits, muffalettas and enough cocktails to give a Frat party a run for their money.
I got my luggage, FINALLY around 7:00 on Tuesday night, after three angry and fake-tearful phone calls to Delta's "luggage handling center" and a lie about needing my prescription medication that I had checked and desperately needed.
Shut up! I was having a Flonase emergency. And possibly a "Holy crap my fuzzy, dirty windblown hair needs Aveda NOW!!!" emergency as well.
And dammit- I only packed 2 pairs of unders in my carry on and I'd be damned if I was going to scrub my delicates in the bathroom sink and hang them from the shower curtain to dry.
I wouldn't have even been so pissed if they would have just told me the truth. "Having" to go out and buy new stuff isn't exactly a bummer for me, you know? But the fuckers kept telling me "any time now..." so like a dumbass I kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting. So pretty much 1/2 of my trip was spent having fun, but worrying about my stupid luggage and believing the dirty lies that Delta Airlines slipped into my cocktail.
And it was hard to make dinner plans, not knowing if the super cute dresses that I packed for the express purpose of wearing to dinner were going to be there or not.
I'll give you the whole trip/food/fun rundown in a bit, I need to organize my thoughts/pictures/etc... a bit first.
But I am very very happy that my pretty new monkey luggage is back with me, along with all of my lady-belongings squished inside, where they will most likely sit until a week from now when I finally get off of my giant jambalaya-filled butt and clean it out.
Full trip post coming shortly...