Vacation stories part 1

Ok, so it was a mad, mad dash to Texas, and then immediately fly out to Richmond ( to do so, we had to take a flight with a layover in Atlanta.  HA!).  Our first flight was delayed almost two hours, which SUCKED, because our layover was supposed to be two hours.  You see the problem?

Fortunately, the amazing crew at American Airlines let us sit up in First Class as we got closer to our gate.  We ran like HELL to get to our Delta gate, and thank God, that flight was delayed for an hour.  Otherwise, we'd never have made it.

Then we got to Richmond and our luggage didn't come.

Now, I have to say, that was kind of my fault.  When we were packing, I was SO TIRED and delirious, I thought to myself, I don't think we should pack two carry-on bags, let's just pack one big suitcase.  Luke didn't like it, but he let me do it.  When we got to the airport, however, we found we had to pay to check our bag.  Many quiet looks of displeasure, let me tell you.

So we went to my parents' house, and they set us up in my grandmother's old room, which they've turned into a den, and we slept on two twin-bed gel mattresses they'd pushed together.  Now, I get that they were letting us sleep together, and that in theory, two twin beds make a king-size.  But when someone tries to cuddle, they split apart, and hardwood floors are cold at 2:00 in the morning, I'll have you know.

My dad had asked us when I called him at the Dallas airport if we would lead his Sunday School class.  They've been studying some "hot button" issues, and right now, they're doing homosexuality.  Luke said he'd do it, but it sounded like a science experiment to him.  It was pretty good, actually, even Luke thought so.  There was one guy there who was just one of Those Guys, and he didn't bother me, because he just didn't agree with me, he was very respectful and willing to listen.  The one guy that DID piss me off was a guy that has been in prison, and said that if we start accepting gay people, we have to accept pedophiles and rapists.  Fortunately, some of the class members saved me from having to say anything by pointing out the fact that the vast majority of pedophiles are straight.  Rapists have nothing in common with gay people, so I'm not sure where he was going with that.

Alright, I've got some cleaning to do, but I'll try to write another one tonight.  I'm trying to fill my day, you see, because Luke is coming today, but he's not going to get here until tonight.

Vacation Stories to follow, I promise

I just have to get this out...

I am incredibly sad.  I can't believe that I'm so dependent on Luke that I can't be happy without him for just two weeks.  I know people that go longer than that.  

Woe is me, etc. etc. etc.