Vacation Day

Hey! Look!

If you fly from Houston, Texas to Charlotte, North Carolina, this is the plane they put you on.

Well, maybe not that exact plane. There may be older ones in service too.

Anyway, that is the adventure I started on Friday morning.

After a couple of hours in the Charlotte, North Carolina airport (which is lovely, by the way) I started the second leg of my trip.

Orbitz decided that "Washington DC" can be defined as "Baltimore, Maryland" sometimes. This is fair, I suppose, except that that definition stuck a $100 cab ride between me and my destination. My destination was about 20 minutes from Ronald Reagan National Airport, and that airport is where Orbitz decided I should return from.

The whole thing was very confusing, so I printed out a basic map of Washington DC before leaving the house.

Here is the map I chose:

Feel free to use it for your next trip to our nation's capitol. I was especially interested in the dots marked "other".

I had a chance to do a very small amount of sight-seeing, too. I saw the top half of the Washington Monument. It made me giggle a little bit.

I also got the see the train!

This is the train the Senators ride to work every day, I would assume.

The inside smells a lot like urine.

So, my Friday started with a 6:15am check-in at the Houston Airport and ended at 12:15am Saturday when I got back to my car before an hour long drive home from that same airport.

It was possibly the best day off ever.

This morning on my way in to work I went through the drive-through at Starbucks. The lady who took my order was not at the window when I pulled up, and I was relieved as she had been so peppy it was disturbing. My only fear is that my rejection of her blueberry muffin suggestion has resulted in her demise in some way.

More importantly, as I went to pay I unfolded my wallet (nothing goes in my back pocket anymore, ever, and that saved me from what would undoubtedly be debilitating pain following those plane rides) and exposed my World of Warcraft Visa in its home across from my debit card.

The guy who processed the purchase and handed me my coffee noticed and said,"World of Warcraft! Do you play?"

"Yes I do," I answered.

"What server? I ask everyone that."

"I am on Duskwood," I replied,"More importantly, Horde or Alliance?"

"I'm Horde," he answered.

"Me too."

We bumped fists ceremonially through the open windows.

He handed me my coffee with a cheerful, "Way to roll, sir."

Normally, being called "sir" makes me cringe a little, but in this case it did not.

I have over 10,000 Honorable Kills.    

Therefore, I'm due not only a "sir" but technically a salute.

 

Edit: I just found this. Please click through and know that it is true.