And We're Off!


6/28/12
Well I've been trying to complain less, but this is a blog so I get to say whatever I want. I made sure to leave my office early enough to catch the shuttle to Bart. I see him pull up and around w/o hesitating to look for anyone and definitely not pick me up. Fail #1. OK fine, I'll call Uber because I don't want to have to wait for a yellow cab. Uber finally gets there and I get to ride in style to SFO.
Andy eventually gets there from taking Bart from Union City and we make our way through the gates uneventfully. We decide to have to celebratory drinks to kick off our vacation. I then realize we are at the airport w/ 2 more hours to go until we leave- I've miscalculated our departure time again (see the Northern South American Travels blog). No worries, we'll just sit here and drink- this is going to be an expensive bill...
No screaming children on the plane? How can this be? Success! Well I spoke too soon as I spill my cup of water between my legs so that the full cup seems into my pants- exactly in all the right areas as if I peed myself. Good thing I have my functional travel pants on!

A shitty Man On A Ledge movie later and we've arrived in Houston at 12:20am. We walk around looking for a place to stay for the night and we notice a huge statue of George W. OK Texas, must we really go that far? Then I realized this is the George W Bush airport so I'll let this pass. I will not let all the loud country music that's blaring from the speakers pass though. They just turned my irritation level up 5. I can't stay in this airport anymore- must get a hotel.

We were told there's a Marriott in the airport- I search and call to book the hotel and it's way out of price range. The guy on the phone who was even more irritating spelling out every word- dude it's 12:40 and I don't have the patience for this. He found a place for us, then I realized I called Expedia not Marriott- damn you tricky advertising! OK I'll take it. Dude I don't have a pen and paper to write down the confirmation number. It doesn't matter and he gives it to me anyways. Did someone just turn up the country music? I must get out of here stat.
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