Surprising how quickly 5 a.m. comes when you finally get to sleep around 2 a.m. What is even more surprising is that I feel awake enough to finish the last-minute packing and alert enough to call Mr. Uber. The line at Tucson International was hella long – one of my bags was overweight by 1.5 pounds. Because I am too cheap (and too SANE) to pay $100 overweight fee, I wrestled the plastic protective cover from my huge bag, removing the packing cube which is labeled “BEACH”, wrestled the big bag cover back on the huge piece of luggage and proceeded to go thru the entire routine with the normal sized bag. Placing the packing cube (yes, everything IS in packing cubes and properly labeled BEACH, BOOBIES, BOOTIE, FOOTIES – I think you get the idea) in the normal sized bag only to find that I had to expand that bag and the protective cover would no longer fit; all the while holding up the very long line. Yes yes. I am one of those people – at least for today.
The best laid plans …
Going thru security was a breeze because I am now a priority one known traveler (courtesy of Homeland Security, 45 minutes of questioning and $75)! When I got my approval letter in the mail, I kinda felt a little like Steve Martin …
“The new phone book’s here… I’m a somebody now.”
And now ready to board in Phoenix to arrive in Austin just in time for my sister, Robyn to question my choice of taking eight pairs of shoes and my great niece, Alina to entertain me for the evening. And speaking of which, I find this at the airport!
Followed up by sweet little grand (great?) niece, Alina.