Vacation Diary XIII

I hate me a little less this morning, probably because I'm not fighting my gag reflex. We're on a bus, heading out of Galveston Cruise Terminal back towards Houston. Last night was bittersweet, but lovely. Jessie and I exchanged emails and IMs and she's got my lj handle, so hopefully we'll keep in touch. Damian has my email as well and promises he'll write. I said I'd miss him and he sadi that when he emailed, I'd always know where he was...He sang "Bring Him Home" for me as the second to last song and I nearly started bawling. We had another rousing round of "The Wild Rover", better than the other nights. I'm really going to miss that tradition...He and Shawn closed with a gorgeous rendition of "Lullaby" by Billy Joel, I wish Shawn and Nick went to college in CA or WA instead of bloody Kansas. Waaaahhhh! I'm going to miss these people! I think probably my favourite part of the evening was Damian singing two songs from musicals he's writing. So pretty and so truthful...*Sigh*
Got up at *g* 6:45 this morning, ate brekkers, went through bloody Customs, took a musch too brief nap in the show lounge and then off through baggage claim and onto the bus. We ought be in Houston in an hour or less. Time to have lunch a l'aeroport then home we'll go! To my computer! Yay! And packing for next Saturday's return to Tacoma...Oy...Packing again...Merde. I doubt I'll write again until CA...

Vacation Diary XIV

Okay, I was wrong. I'm sitting at the gate in...ahem...Bush aeroport with two hours to flight time and I'm writing again. Thoroughly irritated at my family. My father has an almost callous disregard for rules and niceties, and when I protest, my mother invariably backs him up. So I get doubly yelled at, on top of my indignation. Sometimes I think my family is trying to make me mad so it'll be easier for me to leave. It's pouring down rain here, the first real rain we've had this vacation...

Vacation Diary XV

The travel curse strikes again. I write this sitting on the shuttle back to the parking deck. Our plane sat on the tarmac in Houston for two hours, due to inclement weather. We picked up some time in-flight and landed an hour and a half late at LAX. Should be home within the next couple hours, depending on whether or not we stop for dinner. Not sure which I would prefer. My ears are blocked and I have a little bit of a headache, stemming from the stiffness in my neck. The in-flight movie was Jersey Girl, which was utterly horrible.
I'm glad that I didn't have my computer on this trip. Though there were times when I was bored, if I had been involved in my computer, I wouldn't have gone out and I met Damian and Nick and Shawn and Jessie, and that would have been a pity, on the order (though Lupher might disagree with my choice of words) of a tragedy...