This weekend I went to Dallas to see family and to surprise a co-worker at Hand Camp. It was so good to be back home. I have been back to Texas since moving to Philadelphia, but I hadn't been to Dallas. I flew in Thursday night after work and it was non-stop after that. Friday I got up early and went and had breakfast with Brenda and Aaron before taking them to the airport. How lucky. They are going on a cruise! It was then time to get my hair done and let me tell you, I was so glad to be back at my salon. I have only had one person color my hair (no, I am not a natural red head) until I couldn't get to Dallas in February. So, while I was in Baltimore I had some other guy color my hair. Well, Tom wasn't too impressed. The guy had used permanent color on my hair and that is why I had roots 2 months ago. So Tom had to work his magic and then gave me my formula so that I can go to an Aveda salon up here and have them follow that recipe.
My next stop was Scottish Rite to have lunch with everyone. I miss my TSRH family and I was able to see a lot of people. Everyone kept asking me if I was back for good. No, not yet, but I will be in 10 weeks. Crazy! Next was back to Aveda for a massage. A much needed massage. I haven't had a massage in about 5 months and I felt like my shoulders were in my ears. It was fabulous!
Friday afternoon, I had to pack up some of my things because I drove to Camp John Marc to surprise Amy at Hand Camp. I had been planning this since February and had everyone keep it a secret from her. It was definitely a surprise. I got to camp about 7 or so. Amy was on the porch of the office when I got there so I started walking toward her. At first she just kept looking at me like "I know that girl." It finally all clicked and she realized that I truly was there. It was so good to see her and talk with her. I'm excited to get back to Scottish Rite and work with her again and apply all that I've learned in Philadelphia. Thanks Erin for helping to make it work. It couldn't have happened without you!
I spent Friday night and part of Saturday at camp before heading back to my parents house. I really didn't get to spend too much time with them before heading out on the town to celebrate a friend's birthday. Before going out I did get to run by my/Andrea's apartment. I miss it so much. It's a mansion compared to what I'm living in now. And I am sooooo thankful that Andrea is living there. Even though the punk still lives downstairs, I'm ready to move back in.
Sunday morning my dad wasn't feeling well, so my mom and I went to church by ourselves. I can not tell you how good it was to be back at First Baptist Dallas. The churches in Philadelphia are nothing like the churches in Texas. It was also exciting to hear about the new building campaign that the church is undertaking. Another thing I'm looking forward to when I get back. Mom and I then went to Uncle Julio's for lunch. Man do I miss Mexican food. There is none in Philadelphia. Well, no Tex-Mex. There's a pretty good place down the street from me, El Vez, but it's more fusion than anything.
After lunch it was time for me to head to the airport. My flight was to leave at 4:05, so we left my parent's house around 2:30. We were about a 1/2 mile from the house and I decided it might be a good idea to find out what gate I was going out of. Well, I noticed that our flight was already delayed 2 hours. So, back to the house we went. I took a much needed nap before heading back to the airport. At 6:05, we were up in the air. At 10:15 our pilot comes on the speaker with this announcement: "There are storms in the Philadelphia area, so we are in a holding pattern. We don't have enough fuel to stay like this for awhile so we may be diverted elsewhere. If that is the case, we will not be going on tonight. But, we will let you know soon what the decision is." What?! Excuse me?! Can I not have a trip that goes over perfectly? Apparently not. Well, here's how the rest of my trip went.
10:30p: They decide we are going to be diverted to Norfolk, Virginia
10:45p: We land in Norfolk, Virginia. The AT&T and Verizon networks are clogged with 200+ people trying to get in contact with family/bosses/travel agents.
10:50p: They announce that we will be shuttled to The Holiday Inn for the night and that we have to be back between 7:30 and 8 because our flight will leave at 9 in the morning. Oh, and the city owns the jet bridge and won't let us use it so we have to go out the back of the plane and down the stairs onto the tarmac.
11:15p: I get to the curb to find out that there is only one shuttle to take us to the airport. So, we wait.
12:30a: Myself and two others cave in and decide to share a cab to the hotel.
12:45a: We arrive at the hotel to find a line about 30 people deep waiting to check into the hotel.
1:15a: I get checked into the hotel and head to my room.
1:30a: Climb into bed, knowing that I'm going to get about 4 1/2 hours of sleep.
6:15a: Wake-up call.
7:00a: Taxi to the airport.
7:30a: Grande non-fat extra hot latte from Starbucks.
9:00a: Announcement: "Well, we are just waiting on the flight crew to get here so that we can leave for Philadelphia." What?! They were the ones that told us to be here between 7:30 and 8. Where are they?
9:30a: The flight crew arrived. They moved our plane to the gate were at, and we began boarding.
10:00a: Apparently there needed to be some maintenance done on our plane. Better safe than sorry.
10:15a: Take off toward Philadelphia.
10:45a: We land in Philadelphia. Finally.
11:05a: I get off the plane and get my bags.
11:20a: Board the Lady Liberty shuttle to Center City.
12:00p: I finally get to my apartment. After 19 hours of traveling, I was exhausted. So much for an easy trip to Philadelphia. But, I can check Norfolk, Virginia off of my Philly To Do List.
























































