6:40 am and I want to beat my sister in the head. Her alarm is going off, sounding like a fucking train, and she's purposely ignoring it. A little while later, the front desk is calling to wake us up and let us know that we have four minutes.. FOUR minutes.. To get from the 7th floor of the hotel to the lobby, check out and run out of the door and catch the hotel shuttle. We did it though, like a boss.
The shuttle ride was the most silent, awkward ride of my life with a sneezing stranger behind me. Gross.
The only issue we really had all day was the fact that our shuttle brought us to the wrong terminal, so we had to figure out how the fuck to get across. We did it, again, like a boss.
Once we got there, it was Starbies time. It was free. A Venti mistro and a blueberry scone (that I saved for the plane).
An hour of waiting and I was hungry again.. Breakfast deaux:
At least it's healthy, though, right? I ended up throwing the apples away. They freaked me out. They were laced with fingerprints. Disgusting. I hate people fingering my fruit.
The waiting game continued for about another hour. We ended up boarding at 9:55 am.
Our plane wasn't AS tiny as yesterday's, but still, very tiny.
At least I got a window seat.
This picture was (obviously) somewhere between Houston and NOLA. It's basically a photo of the end of the world with a creepy path... Or at least that's what I'm going to pretend.
It's now 11 am exactly and we are landing. Hallelujah!!
Welcome home, betch.
Xoxo Kate
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