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i got up Friday morning and went swimming early so i would have plenty of time to get to the airport. That worked. i got my trips confused and arrived at DSM 5 hours before my plane left. i sat through so many departures that the gate agent asked me what flight i was waiting for.
The flight left on time and arrived in St. Louis on time and i made it to the gate on time. And then we sat on the runway for two hours while bad weather passed through Newark. i arrived in Newark about 2 hrs. late, but Veil told me she got there about 3 minutes before the plane. She checked the flight on the computer and timed the departure from her home to the airport perfectly. She went to get her car, i waited by my suitcase. When she got to where i was standing we loaded the bag in her car and went out for dinner, Mexican, with Sol beer.
i don't remember exactly when we got to her apartment, but there was Beau waiting in the window for us. He is every bit as pretty as his picture. We sat up for a bit and yakked. If you want to know, you have to ask her, i honestly don't know what we talked about.
Saturday morning i slept in late and Veil, the perfect hostess sat quietly and let me. We went to a yarn shop and spent a rainstorm in there looking at the different yarns, and talking and trying out different ideas. After the rainstorm we went to a craft shop and spent more money and then out to dinner, Macaroni Grill, and then back to her place and Mr. Beau.
She beaded, i tried to figure out a new knitting pattern, and Beau spent the evening being weird about my brown paper bag. That cat do got some vert.
Sunday morning we headed down to AC with V and C. They told me all about her trip on the dolphin boat, and several other stories she wouldn't want me to repeat, so i won't, unless there is big money involved. We went to the board walk and people watched and talked and talked and talked.
Veil and i have known each other online for a couple of years. Last year we met for a few hours and dinner when i was stranded in New York. Saturday night we sat in companionable silence, each of us working on our respective projects, enjoying each other's company together. i was almost immediately comfortable with V and C, too. At lunch and on the board walk we jabbered like old friends. i wondered what the people at the tables around us thought of V and his harem. There is such a nice relationship between the three of them.
We thought we left early enough to miss the going home weekend traffic, but we didn't. Still there was time to go see the castle, and what a beauty is it. i am so jealous. Forest and lake and deck and fireplace and all in one place. Too cool.
We ate dinner and went back to Veil's. We talked a bit and then i had to crash. Up early to do the last minute things one must do before going on a trip. To the airport and my journy back to Iowa. i had one of the bestest weekends ever.
Which is a good thing, because the trip back was not good. i am not even sure i would know a good trip if it ever hit me in the face. We left Newark on time, how come that always happens? The flight attendant is the cause of it all. He said we were going to be nearly an hour early getting back into St. Louis. And then things went down hill from there. We circled St. Louis until the plane was running low on fuel. We were diverted to Indianapolis to refuel and perhaps wait out the storm. We were on the ground in Indi for about an hour and then back to St. Louis, by way of the scenic route. The normal 50 minute flight took 90 because the pilot had to fly around the storm.
Of course all this fun and adventure made me miss my flight to DSM. Luckily there was a later flight. We landed in St. Louis from Indi about the time i was expecting to get back to DSM. Had a two hour wait during which i passed the time by playing what gate is my flight leaving from. The plane was about 30 minutes late leaving. But once it touched down in DSM things smoothed out. My luggage had arrived there before me, haven't figured that one out yet. The shuttle to the car was right outside the airport exit door. i didn't get lost going through the city to get on the interstate.
Don't tell my mother, once i hit the interstate i hovered between 75 and 80 mph. i made it home in record time. i hit the front door at 10:59. i hit the bed at midnight.
i really don't want to do this again on Thursday to the other side of the continenet, but Mother and Sarah are so looking forward to the trip. i am not accustomed to such sensory overload.
The flight left on time and arrived in St. Louis on time and i made it to the gate on time. And then we sat on the runway for two hours while bad weather passed through Newark. i arrived in Newark about 2 hrs. late, but Veil told me she got there about 3 minutes before the plane. She checked the flight on the computer and timed the departure from her home to the airport perfectly. She went to get her car, i waited by my suitcase. When she got to where i was standing we loaded the bag in her car and went out for dinner, Mexican, with Sol beer.
i don't remember exactly when we got to her apartment, but there was Beau waiting in the window for us. He is every bit as pretty as his picture. We sat up for a bit and yakked. If you want to know, you have to ask her, i honestly don't know what we talked about.
Saturday morning i slept in late and Veil, the perfect hostess sat quietly and let me. We went to a yarn shop and spent a rainstorm in there looking at the different yarns, and talking and trying out different ideas. After the rainstorm we went to a craft shop and spent more money and then out to dinner, Macaroni Grill, and then back to her place and Mr. Beau.
She beaded, i tried to figure out a new knitting pattern, and Beau spent the evening being weird about my brown paper bag. That cat do got some vert.
Sunday morning we headed down to AC with V and C. They told me all about her trip on the dolphin boat, and several other stories she wouldn't want me to repeat, so i won't, unless there is big money involved. We went to the board walk and people watched and talked and talked and talked.
Veil and i have known each other online for a couple of years. Last year we met for a few hours and dinner when i was stranded in New York. Saturday night we sat in companionable silence, each of us working on our respective projects, enjoying each other's company together. i was almost immediately comfortable with V and C, too. At lunch and on the board walk we jabbered like old friends. i wondered what the people at the tables around us thought of V and his harem. There is such a nice relationship between the three of them.
We thought we left early enough to miss the going home weekend traffic, but we didn't. Still there was time to go see the castle, and what a beauty is it. i am so jealous. Forest and lake and deck and fireplace and all in one place. Too cool.
We ate dinner and went back to Veil's. We talked a bit and then i had to crash. Up early to do the last minute things one must do before going on a trip. To the airport and my journy back to Iowa. i had one of the bestest weekends ever.
Which is a good thing, because the trip back was not good. i am not even sure i would know a good trip if it ever hit me in the face. We left Newark on time, how come that always happens? The flight attendant is the cause of it all. He said we were going to be nearly an hour early getting back into St. Louis. And then things went down hill from there. We circled St. Louis until the plane was running low on fuel. We were diverted to Indianapolis to refuel and perhaps wait out the storm. We were on the ground in Indi for about an hour and then back to St. Louis, by way of the scenic route. The normal 50 minute flight took 90 because the pilot had to fly around the storm.
Of course all this fun and adventure made me miss my flight to DSM. Luckily there was a later flight. We landed in St. Louis from Indi about the time i was expecting to get back to DSM. Had a two hour wait during which i passed the time by playing what gate is my flight leaving from. The plane was about 30 minutes late leaving. But once it touched down in DSM things smoothed out. My luggage had arrived there before me, haven't figured that one out yet. The shuttle to the car was right outside the airport exit door. i didn't get lost going through the city to get on the interstate.
Don't tell my mother, once i hit the interstate i hovered between 75 and 80 mph. i made it home in record time. i hit the front door at 10:59. i hit the bed at midnight.
i really don't want to do this again on Thursday to the other side of the continenet, but Mother and Sarah are so looking forward to the trip. i am not accustomed to such sensory overload.
