
On August 19, Mark & I (along with the Miles minus Ben) loaded up on a plane, with several other individuals, and flew to Ronald Regan International Airport for my grandmother's burial. *Note: My dad's mother passed away in May, and due to the red tape and details of a full Navy honors burial at Arlington National Cemetery, she was not buried until August. Condolences are appreciated by not necessary.
When I lived in the area for graduate school, I think I must have been used to all the waiting. Now I live in a smaller southern city, and waiting for public transportation or shuttles is not something I do...unless I am on the road for work. However, that is probably the one word that sums up the weekend: WAITING.
We waited over an hour on the plane just so we could take off. Yes, it was due to weather conditions, but why do airlines load you on planes that they know will not take off? This was actually quite pleasant as the young woman next to me started the conversation, which lasted the entire wait and flight. (And Mark says I am the one who talks to strangers!)
Next we waited for the courtesy shuttle to pick us up at baggage claim. The Courtyard Marriott was located just next door to our hotel, and its shuttle went by us four times before we finally say the one for our hotel.
Next we waited for our parents, Lara and Charlie to arrive, which ended up not being a problem because there was a Chili's less than a half mile away. (However, for future reference the Chili's in Crystal City does not have the all day bogo drinks. Oh, and there is no such thing as Happy Hour in North Carolina!).
However the crowning moment of the evening was when we all (9) were piled into Mom & Dad's room, and somehow how I ended up getting stabbed in the forehead with a butter knife. No blood drawn, just a small scratch--but seriously?
Days 2 and 3 will be posted soon...