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October 19, 2005
Home Again Home Again Jiggity Jig part 3
ugh I forgot entirely about my trip to Uniquities or some such which is Liz's LYS where I purchased some Rowan yarns and Schaeffer Anne sock yarn. I think thats all I got. Anyway I left you with mouth agape, drool, and lollying about head in snoresville. Everybody there kindly denies I did any of these things but my husband rolled his eyes at the concept that I don't snore and drool and oi you get the picture. I slept LATE. 10:30 am Sunday morning in fact. Which was about the time I was due at Catherine's. Cat and I flipped through several books and she offered up her lace pattern collection which I chose not to look through. Telling you exhausted me is very rude and bitchy and I am probably banned from every east coaster's house. I did however shop in her stash. After our visit she dropped me off at the airport. Now I had left all of my purchases, extra wheel parts, books, and WIPs at Cat's for later mailing. I really will show it all to you when I get it. Last time I was at IAD my bra set off the alarm system so I figured my wheel would have me thrown in some holding camp overseas where they believe in torture. I picked up my ticket and was told that I needed to not dawdle since boarding began at 5:30 pm. It was 4pm at the moment. At 5:30pm I was still in line and my shoulder was killing me! But the handy board with arriving and departing flights was right in front of my face when it changed from 6pm departure to 7 pm departure. Hurray I would make it to gate before the plane did. At 6 I got through the whole what is this icepick for routine and looked at board: 7:30 flight time. Went to gate and my flight time was now 7:35. I collapsed in a chair and waited for all the missing their connecting flight people to finish complaining. My shoulder hurt. I was hungry. Worst of all I really really really needed to potty. I could see the restroom. The door was right accross the lobby in fact. But if I left my wheel it would be subject to seizure. If I carried it I wasn't sure I could actually stand. I got on the phone and called Catherine to tell her I had made it to my gate and she asked me why I wasn't on the plane yet since I was supposed to be airborne. I gave her the whole story and, exhausted me has no shame, told her about the potty plight. I secretly hoped for a voice of reason assuring me I could actually carry my wheel another 20 steps but instead was greated with laughter. Guess you had to be there....
Posted by Elka at October 19, 2005 03:23 PM