I was supposed to fly to Utah on Tuesday. Instead, I stayed at a totally "meh" airport hotel last night for an early departure this morning.
This is way too early to wake up:
I checked out of my hotel room and found something interesting on my car. Ewwwww.
I parked in the off-site lot and eventually made it to the airport. It's New York City, so of course I waited in line to drop off my bag, and then waited in line to go through TSA screening. After that, I walked to Michigan to find my gate (really, it was that far). I had just enough time to pick up a quick breakfast but not enough time to pick up a treat here:
I was excited to find out that I was first in line for an upgrade to first class. I was less excited when there were no more first class seats available. I suffered in economy class (shudder!). I did some hand sewing on the airplane. I did some sleeping on the plane.
I was very excited to find a few friends waiting for me at the airport here in Salt Lake City:
I was even more excited to get to the happiest place on earth:
Yes, it's snowing here but it is so much warmer than back home.
I was at work by noon. YAY! After work I finally checked into my hotel. Several of my crazy friends are staying here. Seven prime examples are below:
I was two days late, but I have found my people. All is right with the world.