Day 1: Thursday, June 30.
Work, TV, Red Lobster, airport.Events of note:
Work was uneventful, aside from the baby shower. TV was the last two episodes of Game of Thrones, and was quite good. Red Lobster was meeting with Ari, C2, and Heather (and Brian) to celebrate my ten-iversary with H and C2. Airport was highly unsatisfactory, and has been detailed elsewhere. Day 2. Friday, July 1.
Traveling. Events of note:
I was amazed to discover that the McDonald's in O'Hare is pretty close in price to a regular McDonald's. My parents and I had simultaneous layovers in O'Hare, though in different terminals. Joyce met me, we got my luggage, and met my parents at the condo, after which my dad wanted to go to Denny's for some food. There was a Facebook post pointing out the surreal factor of being at a Denny's in Orlando with Joyce and my parents at 2am. Joyce experienced the first salvo of the week-long Check Wars. (Daddy won.) Then there was bed.( And then there were theme parks. )Day 11: Sunday, July 10.
Parks: Sea World
Party members: Ginger and Joyce.Rides/shows:
Wild Arctic, beluga feeding time, active polar bear, ZOMG The Walrus, the Shark Encounter, and the Manta Aquarium.Events of note:
My mom and dad headed out early for their flight, and Joyce and I packed up and went to Sea World for the morning. We went straight for Wild Arctic, enjoyed the ride, and then went in to see the animals. The belugas were doing feedings and tricks. The polar bear was in the tail end of her 13% of the day spent awake and was wandering around and posing. The walrus was, uh, pleasuring himself. With his face. I went "Joyce is he wait is he seriously holy crap Joyce what is that walrus doing." We snickered, and as we walked away and left him to it, we heard the inevitable "Mommy, what is he doing?"
We moseyed through a couple of other inside (read: air-conditioned) exhibits, then headed out to get lunch at Qdoba before Joyce dropped me at the airport at 2. My flight wasn't til almost 6, but she had to leave earlier.
My flight turned out to be delayed for crappy weather, but I still made my SFO connection. The landing at SFO scared the crap out of me, because I didn't know that the runway begins approximately two inches from the water, so I looked out to see the plane merrily skipping along above a vast expansion of WAVES and internally went "Wait, what? Aren't they supposed to tell us if we're landing in the water?" and then was very relieved to see the land start. Other than the delay and the water, the flights were uneventful, and I got back to my apartment and fell into bed around 1:45am.
And then I got up at 6am to get ready for work, which today encompasses 8-4 and 5-9. I think bedtime tonight might be earlyish. We'll see what happens.
(I leave on my next trip in 18 days. Definitely looking forward to it.)