The Aftermath

Yesterday started slow but ended up being a busy day. Emily and I got to the airport around 3:30, checked in, and boarded our flight around 4:30. I had to say goodbye to the parentals at the airport--it's weird knowing I won't see them for so long. Mom almost cried like she sometimes does, and we were off.

My seat got changed last second because apparently some passenger needed to sit in the front so they "wouldn't get sick." I had to sit in the very back, while Emily was up in row 9. She sat by a businesswoman who had apparently been drinking, and I sat by a 34-year-old guy who got dragged to Seattle last minute to help his mother-in-law move. Ouch. I had a glass of chardonnay on the plane and got picked up by Colt and his girlfriend Lindsay.

When I got home, Colt and I had to run to the liquor store and pick up the pair of kegs. The party was fun; a bunch of my friends from Rome came over (Ciaron, Kiley, Kaylor, The Wolf, and Tod) to say goodbye, which was great. I hadn't seen a couple of them in a long time. I think I called it a night around 1...or 2...or sometime after that.

A standard hangover today. I have some last-minute errands to run before Costa Rica. I'm writing on Colt's computer, and being the inconsiderate person I am, I woke him up at 2:32 pm. Tough life. I've heard him say, "Oh God," "Colin help," "My body hurts," and "What are you writing so much for?"

Flying to Costa Rica isn't the only big thing happening on Saturday. Don't forget the Seahawks play the Dallas Cowboys in the first round of the playoffs too.