The Ways My Trip Sucked 7: Airport and Staying Up All Night.
Archived from October 28, 2007
Airport.
We got to the airport after our flight left, which was not a surprise. We went up to the desk fully expecting to have to shell out hundreds of dollars. Then, the angel behind the counter said “we’ll put you on standby and there’s no additional charge.”
I was glad and mad at the same time. If that woman on the Southwest hotline would’ve simply told me that if we missed our flight we could fly standby for free, I never would’ve risked our lives. That, my friends, is a lesson to be learned: do not drive in dangerous conditions because you can fly standby for free. Obviously the only sad part about standby is that you have to be in the airport at 4am with 800,000 other people, and then wait there all day until 2 seats open up. At least that’s what we did after staying up all night.
Staying up all night
In a fit of collegiate nostalgia, Trevor and I made the choice to stay up all night w/ Harry, his girlfriend and a bottle of rum. We were stationed at Harry's aunt's house because she had two of my boxes - which is a long story, one which involves her moving, Harry picking up boxes of treasures I’d left in the yard and a case of "mistaken box identity." Because of my adrenaline drive through the pouring rain, I had absolutely no problem staying up all night. Even after boozing a bit, staying up was easier for me than sleeping on a throw rug. Everyone else got some shut eye, including Trevor, who snores like an amplified jackhammer. (His snoring is actually a major wrench in our relationship machine. We’re not even 60 and we sleep in separate rooms.) Harry’s aunt lives in a little studio-sized one bedroom apartment, with no door on the bedroom. Trevor was snoring so loudly I could hear it outside. So I came in to tell him to quiet down. I thought I’d snuggle with him a bit, but sleepy/bitchy Trevor wasn’t having it, he moved his arm up out of the way and knocked a precariously placed pile of iron bars which promptly fell and woke everyone up. Then, so everyone could hear, Trevor said to me “nice going.” I was livid. What a jerk. I picked up all my stuff and carried it to the car. I waited there until everyone joined me. I proceeded to not-talk to Trevor from 4am when we left for the airport until 4pm when we finally arrived at his parents’ house where my car was. At that point, I was so tired and cranky all I wanted to do was go to sleep. But I knew I could never go to sleep if I was mad at Trevor. I was pissed that Trevor wasn’t a bigger man to come and ask me to talk, but he felt really embarrassed, apparently too embarrassed to approach me for talking it through. So I approached him, and we talked it through and we were in love again. Then we went to separate bedrooms and slept for 17 hours.
THE END.
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