If you are lucky, a travel day has nothing exciting going on. No one wants anything to report because it is always bad.
We arrived at the airport plenty early. Found parking in the furthest economy lot. Trouble. We were at the furthest pick up spot for the bus. First two arrived full and did not stop. Uh oh. We were waiting 30 minutes by the time we were picked up. Made the cut off by five minutes. That’s it, all the days excitement.
Off the bus directly to the airline counter. Checked in and got ripped off for a $30 baggage fee. Fun. Went to security, absolutely no line. We were alone. And straight through.
To the gate. About twenty mins till load up. Seats are assigned so no worries. Just wait till called. Which will be last. And we have the very last row in the plane. Why don’t they put me in first? It’s a wonder.
The flight to Chicago, our connection, was without incident. See, Boeing leaves nothing to describe. Had a nice cup of coffee.
Chicago. Had to walk a quarter mile to our departure gate. Awful, isn’t it? I told you.
Our flight to Cleveland was on a commuter aircraft. Kinda the “fun size” of airplanes. They fly different and move around differently than the big boys. It’s more of a sports car aircraft. But, again, no excitement.
Ahhh, Cleveland. Unimpressive. More of a rundown Sacramento. Similar airport, except for age. They had one improvement though, no parking Nazi at the terminal yelling at people to keep moving. That was nice.
Doug, father of the bride, provided a ride from airport to lodge. His sister Valerie. Wow. Talk about exciting. She couldn’t get her nav working so I did mine. She proceeded to make about 4 wrong turns requiring a u turn. One was a five mile mistake. And, she was truly a scary driver. I did not want to say anything but yikes. I was so glad to be in the back seat, that way I could pick up some speed to pass through the windshield at least.
By 20 miles out she settled down and was able to calmly drive. Far fewer cars seemed to help. She did say she could not handle the traffic which in my opinion was not traffic. And, she can’t handle driving, really. Good thing she’s nice.
The drive to the lodge was about an hour. If I had driven, 35 – 40 minutes. I didn’t drive. The lodge is in a state park. Beautiful place, with a lake. But, it’s getting dark and the restaurant is closing soon so we dropped our crap and went to eat.
Well, Nothing special to write home about. Food was fine. Emily had a chicken Brie sandwich without bread. And it was good. I had a maple glaze pork loin which was subpar. It was not pork loin. It was a boneless shoulder cut. Which is not loin. Wrong part of the pig. And overcooked. Fail. But hunger says eat. And they boiled the green beans. Where the hell am I? Ohio? Oh yeah. Also a mediocre glass of wine. California will ship.
About the time we finished dinner, Doug and Shelley appeared. Father and mother of the bride, some of our oldest friends. In tow, Steve Dutra, friend from Dixon. The only other Californian besides us. Everyone else is Texas or Ohio. We win farthest drive. Probably no prize.
So we ordered a round of drinks and sat and caught up on things. Have not seen them in quite some time in a relaxed setting. I saw Doug at tax time in my office. Shelley may have been a couple years ago. It’s a little strange seeing someone after a couple years. You have to get reacquainted really. We lived next door to them several years ago for several years and knew each other to well. Friends and neighbors.
We wandered down to the reception room, first floor of hotel/lodge. And while their, the ladies decided we should set out some of the table decor. Spent 30 mins on that. More tomorrow I am sure.
Time for bed. It’s tiring flying in a plane. And time change and all. More tomorrow.
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