Another Christmas...

Well... another Christmas has come and gone, and here I am in the Sunshine State. It's amazing that I actually made it down here in one piece though. Let me tell the story....

I worked all day Tuesday (my first full day of work in about 2 weeks) and came home to finish packing and get myself ready to leave. I left home at about 6:15, stopped at Scotty's to say goodbye to him and get my christmas present. Imagine my surprise and COMPLETE excitement when I opened the card to find out I'll be heading to NYC to see Spring Awakening and have dinner at Virgil's! Seriously... he's so good to me. So... after a long goodbye because I wanted him to get in my suitcase and come with me, I head to Logan Airport. Route 3 was lovely... a nice smoothe ride... then... HELL begins. I was stuck on 95 for about an hour and a half. Tears streaming down my face, thinking there is no way I was going to make my 845 flight. Sister was already at the airport, and I'd be spending my xmas without my family.

Our family always parks at Pauls Park and Ride in East Boston... it's cheap and the people there are really nice. So.. I pull in at 815, run into the little Hut they call the "office" and the owner looks at me like I have 14 heads. He says " you look like you are in a rush... what time is your flight" ...I say " 845"... he says " OH S**T". The little man in the van comes and pics me up... and I think we were on 2 wheels the ENTIRE ride to the airport. I threw his tip on his seat and ran into the airport. People really are nice this time of year. They let me cut the security line... of course i friggen beep when I go through... so he says " too much metal"... i rip every piece of jewelry off, put it in a bowl, pass it through the little belt thing and walk through again... this time... NO BEEP! I take the bowl and dump the jewelry into my bag and now... the fun begins.

I RUN... AND i MEAN... RUN!! I have no shoes on, all my bags are flopping all over the place, plus my vest and sweatshirt.... i turn the corner and there is my sister... sitting there with tears coming down her face because she is laughing so hard. She wished she had her camera because I looked rediculous! Anyways... we get on the plane where we then sit for 2 hours because some jackass got on the plane with an invalid boarding pass. His ticket had a girl's name on it.... let's just say... someone lost a job that night!

We arrived in West Palm Beach at 2:30 am.... passed out... and was zonked all of Christmas Eve. Needless to say... we made it.... and things have been happy ever since. I'm missing people at home... but i'm enjoying the sunshine with my family. Santa found me in Florida... I was nervous about that... and now... it's easy living for another few days!!! Love to everyone!!