No, I've not Fallen off the face of the Planet
This last weekend was amazing. I was meant to go to Charlottesville/Lynchburg to get my stuff. However, my wingman had decided to cut short her stay in C-ville and so a few days before I left Denton, I bought a greyhound ticket up to DC. This was exciting because it meant that I would get to see my boyfriend, Josh! YAY!
So its Friday and apparently there's some sort of CRAZY storm in Atlanta. Boo! They let me know that I won't be able to make my connecting flight from Atlanta to C-ville. So what do I do? I get rerouted to DC! Wahoo!
But! Of course its not that simple. I don't get directed to DCA. Instead, I'm redirected to BWI. Baltimore!!! WTF! As soon as i get my boarding passes, though, I get to the gate and find out that my flight to ATL is like 3 hours delayed. So I march up to the ticket woman lady person at the gate and we get me on a flight that has a 6 pm takeoff.
I walk literally to the next gate over and in the course of my ticket change and the 30 seconds it took me to LITERALLY WALK TO THE NEXT GATE OVER, the takeoff time changes to 6:30. This meant that I would be shaving the 9:45 takeoff from Atlanta to BWI very closely.
However, I decide to just stick it out and see what happens. We end up boarding as soon as I get there because air traffic control compromised and said we could take off at 6:10.
So I'm on the flight and we don't land in Atlanta until 9:30. I don't get even get off the plane until 9:45. And let's rewind for a bit. The flight over to Atlanta was pretty FRIGGEN TURBULENT. No bueno. So i call up Josh and make him google the Atlanta Airport and the flight out from Atlanta to BWI to see if it was worth me even trying to run over to my gate.
He lets me know in a very suspect voice (ie. he sounded pretty drunk) that the flight from ATL to BWI was indeed delayed and that I had time to make it. Then insisted that he would come get me and that no, we would not be stranded in Baltimore. "BUT I GOTTA GO BABY AND CATCH MY TRAIN LOVE YOU BYE" - Josh
So I finally get to the plane to BWI and I'm flying FIRST CLASS, BITCHES. Its so nice. I'm going to upgrade to First Class every time I can. They gave me first class by accident, I guess. Oh well.
I actually get to BWI relatively unscathed and then promptly get lost in the airport. Look. I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag if it came down to it.
FINALLY, I see Josh! And its super exciting 'cause I hadn't seen him in like a month! So I run up to him and we hug and kiss and do coupley things and go down to get my bags. I, being a ditz, don't remember what my bag looks like so we spend awhile at the baggage claim with me picking up bags taht are not my own and then putting them back on the belt... embarrassed. :p
So then we head over and we realize that its like 2 AM and we can't catch a train or anything back to DC. So we gave up an arm and a leg and took a Super Shuttle back to DC. What would normally be like a 30 minute drive ended up being an hour long because we had to drop other people off in Maryland. Fine. Whatever.
We FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY get to Josh's dorm and promptly pass out.
The next morning, we wake up really early because we're insane like that and kind of just spend the day smoking hookah and hanging out. We saw KAT! and got lunch with her. That was super fun and super awesome. Then later in the day, I met Josh's friend Will and re-met Josh's friend Nicole and Sol.
Later that night we go to dinner at a really nice Arab restaurant in Georgetown. I LOVE G-TOWN! So many cute shops! I could spend forever along m street. :D
Anyways, after that, we hung out and pregamed for the TKE party. There are pictures on Facebook. General tomfoolery occurred. I was some sort of secretary looking person and Josh was Yasser Arafat. Classy, I know.
We then stumble ove rto TKE only to be faced with a HUGE LINE and no possible way to get in. Lame.
So we walk back to someone's dorm only to get a phone call informing us that we can indeed enter the frat house.
We get back to TKE and get in and apparently spend 40 minutes there. I'm so tired/drunk that I don't really notice. Next thing you know, I'm passed out in Josh's bed.
The next morning is me stressing out because I dunno how to get to Charlottesville because I hadn't had confirmation that he was picking me up. So Josh convinces me to stay and insists I can get my ticket rerouted from DCA to DFW. After flip-flopping around, I finally get conned into staying in DC one more night.
It was really exciting, though. We went out to lunch and then came back and did some homework. Then we lounged around and smoked lots of hookah. Then we went out to dinner where there was hair in my food so they took it back, made me a new one, and they took it off the bill! YAY!
Then we spent the night just talking and it's so nice to just be able to be with someone you can talk to.
So pretty much I'm in fucking love with this kid. I'm just so glad things worked out and I'm just... wow. That's all I have to say. I see him in 15 days. So this long distance thing isn't too bad.
WEE
That's been my life, lately. Sorority stuff, School, Dance, Boyfriend. But my life as always been kind of crazy anyways.
Uhm. Yeah. Houston this weekend. That'll be fun. That's all I have to say about that.