Adventures of the Last Week
Jan. 12th, 2011 01:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sroniI’m gonna start off on Thursday. I woke up Thursday morning with the mother of all migraines — it was slightly better Thursday morning than it had been Wednesday night, when I had to literally — seriously, literally — drag myself along the floor to the bathroom to throw up because I had no balance. Granted, any migraine that I’m capable of walking is going to be not as bad as that one.
Still, Thursday morning? Kinda full of mass suckage. I still managed to get all my stuff packed, within about fifteen minutes. Go me.
Then my mom started saying something about how she was worried about me, and didn’t want to leave me alone for the night — parents and little bro would be heading up to “Nebraska” a day before me, and I’d be joining them on Friday night — and during a lull in the conversation, I asked for scissors, walked into the bathroom, and walked out about ten minutes later with six inches of hair in a bag.
I don’t think that helped my mom’s fears.
I wound up staying the night with little bro’s roommates — he called them to ask them if it was all right, they were fine with it — and the roommmate that stayed home that night shared his Party Punch, which was a week old and had pineapple sitting in the bottom for that week. I ate the pineapple. It was nummy. I then spent the next two hours falling off my bed.
Friday passed uneventfully, made it to the airport, got picked up at the airport, yay and hurrah. Spent Saturday visiting around “Omaha”, including stopping in at a Military History Museum. We went to TGIFridays, Bro ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, and let me taste it. He passed it to my mom to taste and she refused to give it up. So he ordered a new one for himself, and mom got drunk on a Long Island Iced Tea. Hey, those suckers are strong … and mom’s a lightweight to begin with…
Mom found a quilting store, which made her happy. Went back to the hotel and crashed for a few hours, and then went over to a friends’ house, whose family my dad and I really like. Mom and Bro really hit it off with them and they with them.
Around this time, my phone started fritzing out.
Next day, we gear up to leave “Omaha”. Switched phones with Bro since he’d be with Parents and I’d be by myself. Ate lunch at a place that Squirreltail and I went on one of our first dates. Almost cried. Yay. Went to the airport. Parents and Bro are on a flight that leaves a few hours ahead of mine. Hang out at the airport, see them safely off. Hang out for a few hours. Notice that my flight to Denver has been delayed. Go to stand in line, because the delay will have me landing after my connecting flight is supposed to take off. Can I just say right now that I really hate flying through Denver? So far, out of multiple times, I’ve had one flight land and take off when it’s supposed to. I have horrible luck flying through Denver.
So I’m in line. I hear that my connecting flight has now been canceled. I am not a happy Roni. I talk to the flight person. Earliest flight they can get me on is Tuesday at 12:22.
It is Sunday.
Conversation goes something like this:
Roni: “My connecting flight has been canceled. When can that flight be replaced?”
Flight Agent: “Tuesday.”
Roni: “… This is Sunday. What am I supposed to do until then?”
Flight Agent: “Enjoy lovely ‘Omaha’.”
Roni: “Are you going to put me up in a hotel for two nights?”
Flight Agent: “… No …”
Roni: “How am I supposed to ‘enjoy lovely Omaha’, then?”
Flight Agent: “Call a friend?”
Roni: “…F*** you.”
We rescheduled the flight, I had a Long Island Iced Tea, and found that particular Flight Agent and apologized. He said that he’s used to it, and after that, I was actually one of the easiest people to work with.
Between the rescheduling and the LIT, I called the only number in “Omaha” that I had memorized, since I had Bro’s phone. Unfortunately, this number was Squirreltail’s. So I stayed with him for two nights.
Sunday night was okay. He and I talked a bit, but not a lot.
Monday night … Monday night, he kissed me. Keep in mind, this is after he almost kissed me quite a few times on Sunday night, and I finally simply said, “Please don’t mess with me like that. If you kiss me, it’s going to hurt and confuse me, and I really don’t want to deal with that.”
We were sitting and talking and he leaned over and kissed me.
He then said that he shouldn’t have done that.
And I, being a not-happy-Roni-who-is-about-to-cry, agreed with him, walked out, and cried in my room for about twenty minutes.
Woke up Tuesday morning, packed my stuff, made it to the airport, plane to Denver was slightly delayed. Plane from Denver was very delayed. Ran into a friend from ages ago, and we visited in the Terminal as we waited for the plane to be ready to board. Landed. Waited for a United person to return to the front so we could find out about Dad’s missing luggage. Person finally showed up, got the bag, left. Drove for however many hours. Am now at Parents’ home.
I’m way emotional, and exhausted.
But that was the last five days.
Still, Thursday morning? Kinda full of mass suckage. I still managed to get all my stuff packed, within about fifteen minutes. Go me.
Then my mom started saying something about how she was worried about me, and didn’t want to leave me alone for the night — parents and little bro would be heading up to “Nebraska” a day before me, and I’d be joining them on Friday night — and during a lull in the conversation, I asked for scissors, walked into the bathroom, and walked out about ten minutes later with six inches of hair in a bag.
I don’t think that helped my mom’s fears.
I wound up staying the night with little bro’s roommates — he called them to ask them if it was all right, they were fine with it — and the roommmate that stayed home that night shared his Party Punch, which was a week old and had pineapple sitting in the bottom for that week. I ate the pineapple. It was nummy. I then spent the next two hours falling off my bed.
Friday passed uneventfully, made it to the airport, got picked up at the airport, yay and hurrah. Spent Saturday visiting around “Omaha”, including stopping in at a Military History Museum. We went to TGIFridays, Bro ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, and let me taste it. He passed it to my mom to taste and she refused to give it up. So he ordered a new one for himself, and mom got drunk on a Long Island Iced Tea. Hey, those suckers are strong … and mom’s a lightweight to begin with…
Mom found a quilting store, which made her happy. Went back to the hotel and crashed for a few hours, and then went over to a friends’ house, whose family my dad and I really like. Mom and Bro really hit it off with them and they with them.
Around this time, my phone started fritzing out.
Next day, we gear up to leave “Omaha”. Switched phones with Bro since he’d be with Parents and I’d be by myself. Ate lunch at a place that Squirreltail and I went on one of our first dates. Almost cried. Yay. Went to the airport. Parents and Bro are on a flight that leaves a few hours ahead of mine. Hang out at the airport, see them safely off. Hang out for a few hours. Notice that my flight to Denver has been delayed. Go to stand in line, because the delay will have me landing after my connecting flight is supposed to take off. Can I just say right now that I really hate flying through Denver? So far, out of multiple times, I’ve had one flight land and take off when it’s supposed to. I have horrible luck flying through Denver.
So I’m in line. I hear that my connecting flight has now been canceled. I am not a happy Roni. I talk to the flight person. Earliest flight they can get me on is Tuesday at 12:22.
It is Sunday.
Conversation goes something like this:
Roni: “My connecting flight has been canceled. When can that flight be replaced?”
Flight Agent: “Tuesday.”
Roni: “… This is Sunday. What am I supposed to do until then?”
Flight Agent: “Enjoy lovely ‘Omaha’.”
Roni: “Are you going to put me up in a hotel for two nights?”
Flight Agent: “… No …”
Roni: “How am I supposed to ‘enjoy lovely Omaha’, then?”
Flight Agent: “Call a friend?”
Roni: “…F*** you.”
We rescheduled the flight, I had a Long Island Iced Tea, and found that particular Flight Agent and apologized. He said that he’s used to it, and after that, I was actually one of the easiest people to work with.
Between the rescheduling and the LIT, I called the only number in “Omaha” that I had memorized, since I had Bro’s phone. Unfortunately, this number was Squirreltail’s. So I stayed with him for two nights.
Sunday night was okay. He and I talked a bit, but not a lot.
Monday night … Monday night, he kissed me. Keep in mind, this is after he almost kissed me quite a few times on Sunday night, and I finally simply said, “Please don’t mess with me like that. If you kiss me, it’s going to hurt and confuse me, and I really don’t want to deal with that.”
We were sitting and talking and he leaned over and kissed me.
He then said that he shouldn’t have done that.
And I, being a not-happy-Roni-who-is-about-to-cry, agreed with him, walked out, and cried in my room for about twenty minutes.
Woke up Tuesday morning, packed my stuff, made it to the airport, plane to Denver was slightly delayed. Plane from Denver was very delayed. Ran into a friend from ages ago, and we visited in the Terminal as we waited for the plane to be ready to board. Landed. Waited for a United person to return to the front so we could find out about Dad’s missing luggage. Person finally showed up, got the bag, left. Drove for however many hours. Am now at Parents’ home.
I’m way emotional, and exhausted.
But that was the last five days.
