Up, Up and Away

The Ireland Trip is finally here. I leave the house tomorrow at some ungodly hour to fly for ten hours – actually, eleven (flight to Boston 4 hr 49 min, flight to Shannon 6 hr 5 min) with barely time to walk in between. That’s a lotta time in a little cramped tube. And I found out that I can’t check in online because it’s an international flight. Poo.

It will be the first time in my ten years with DH that I have been any length of time alone with his family… and the though petrifies me. Anytime we have been with his folks, it’s always at least three hours… and then not that long ago (COUGHCOUGHlast FebruaryCOUGH) I swore I’d never travel with my MIL ever again. Well, dammit, so much for that.

Note to self: PACK iPOD. BUY EARPLUGS.

I at least get the first leg of my flight by myself. I’m flying what used to be America’s Worst, an airline I’d worked for at one point. I know their cattle car routine. The second leg is Aer Lingus, and I’ve only heard positive things about that airline.

We land very early Saturday morning, and I will touch down back here in the desert at 11p next Saturday. I’m going to put the good face on it and think the best, but the people I’m traveling with can be so freaking self-absorbed that I’ll want to shoot myself, I know it.

And if US Air is anything like its predecessor, they’ll overbook to the hilt. I’m hoping for that on the way back. I’ll be the first to go to the counter and volunteer if they lodge me somewhere on their dime on either of my two US stops on the way back. A night of solitude will be necessary by then.

Ireland, here I come!

(RRRRRUNNNN!!!)

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And yes, I did change the header in honor of the trip.