Back to the Real World

I'm home from Florida! I'm a bit sad about returning to work but I must say I am very refreshed (and tan)! I had a wonderful vacation...got a massage, laid out on the beach EVERY day, worked out, and spent evenings in a cozy little bar having some drinks with the family. It wasn't until today (well late last night) that things took a turn for the worse...

This has to be the worse travel experience I've endured my entire life.

Last night Andy and I decided we wouldn't drink much because we had to leave for the airport at 5:30am. I stuck to the plan, had 2 drinks, and was ready to go to bed around 11. Andy on the other hand did not stick with the plan. He was WASTED by 10 and by 11 he was ready to hit more bars along the beach. I was completely against this idea and tried to get him to come up to the room with me but he refused...soooooo Andy, my brother, and sister made their way to another bar while I headed upstairs and tried to go to sleep. Eventually around 2am Andy stumbles into our room...more drunk than I've ever seen him! Around 4am he gets sick and continues to throw up all night. I finally get up at 5 having not slept much, walk into the bathroom and it stinks of puke. He had left vomit in the garbage can just sitting in the middle of the bathroom! At this point I am furious and nauseous myself.

5:30am we are in the cab and on our way to the airport. While Andy is trying his hardest not to throw up in the cab, I am forced into making small talk the entire 30 minutes to the airport. Our driver went on and on about President Bush, Iraq, Terry Shiavo, his Vietnam days...I couldn't believe it! It's early, I'm clearly struggling to stay awake, and Andy has a barf bag on his lap, and here I am listening to this man go on and on about current events and political happenings. Does he not realize that most people are not up for having such serious discussions before the sun rises?!

We finally get to the airport and of course Andy spends the first 20 minutes in the bathroom. I am now feeling terribly sick and praying that I won't throw up on the plane. Finally at 7:30 we start boarding the plane. Andy and I of course are not sitting together, we both have middle seats in the same row. I really didn't care about my seat at this point, I just wanted to get cozy and fall asleep. As I get on the plane and approach my seat I see something terrible...a HUGE woman sitting in the isle seat next to me. At this moment I truly almost burst into tears. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against larger people and I am in no way trying to make fun of this woman, but she literally took up all of her seat and at least 1/3 of mine. The arm rest in between us could not be put down. I was seriously wedged between her butt cheek/stomach fat and the arm rest on the other side. I truly had very little room and couldn't move at all. I had considered talking to a flight attendant about my situation because I was very uncomfortable, but I felt badly for the woman and didn't want to make a big scene. I really really think they need to enforce a law requiring larger people to buy 2 seats though. I am a tiny person and I hardly fit in my seat. I can't imagine what would happen if a guy were to have been assigned that seat. Anyway, moving on.

Throughout the flight Andy had to throw up, thankfully he made it to the bathroom. I couldn't handle watching someone puke into one of those little barf bags. The funniest part was he was actually puking in the bathroom during the landing and flight attendants were pounding on the door trying to make sure he was okay! I was very embarrassed and felt terrible for him yet mad at him all at the same time!

To make a long story short Andy continued to get sick on the way home from the airport and all throughout the afternoon. I cannot tell you how many times I've told him..."I told you so." I know it's mean thing to do but I could care less. He decided to spend his last night in Florida drinking with my brother and sister instead of hanging out with me....so I figure he got what he deserved :) I was so fed up though I actually told him I was on the verge of kicking him out of my house. (This was after my backpack unzipped as I was walking and all of my stuff fell out onto the sidewalk while Andy just stood and watched, didn't bother to help at all. Another highlight I forgot to mention earlier.)

Needless to say it's been a LONG day! It is almost 11 now and I haven't even planned out what I want to teach tomorrow. Arghhh.... I have no motivation to plan anything right now, but I hate teaching when I'm not 100% prepared. I am really regretting the huge nap I took earlier this afternoon!!! I think I'm gonna go to bed and get to work early to plan. I'll probably regret this decision tomorrow but oh well.