Finally managed to get home at 7:00PM last night, about 22 hours later and $150 lighter than I expected. If I were planning to extend my trip by a day, I could definitely have done a better job of it. Oh well. What to do.
So, lessons learned this weekend:
1. Just because you're less than 1/2 a mile away from the terminal doesn't mean that you can get there within 1/2 an hour.
2. 5 deviled eggs with caviar may be delicious, but they do not provide a sufficient barrier or foundation for bourbon.
3. Even after seeing it at least 20 times, "The Birdcage" has an almost magical ability to cheer me up. Even when it's been edited for television.
4. Given the proper circumstances, a single extended index finger can be one of the funniest things ever.
5. Harry Caray's restaurant in Chicago, on a Friday night, is a hellish place. But one with darn good food.
6. Farm houses should never be lavender.
7. Half of bravery is just showing up.
8. Half of success can be luck, but the other half then has to consist of knowing when to seize an unexpected opportunity and run with it.
9. Regretting things you've done -- like spending more money that you planned on a trip -- is far preferable to regretting those that you failed to do in time -- such as spending that same money to make the same trip just a year or so sooner.
10. Love is powerful stuff. This is both good and bad. But mostly good.
Mood: Antsy (dying to hit class tonight)
Now Playing: Steinski, "A Rough Mix"