Last Thursday, Hubs and I started our journey to my parents' house in rural Maryland for a some patriotic family time. For this trip, we decided to try something new. Last visit (also, my first visit as my parents just moved out east last year after spending thirty-ish years Ma & Pa'n it up in my beloved STL), we flew from Des Moines with a lovely stop in Cleveland. Twenty minutes to the airport, a few airport beers later and prest-o change-o, we were in Maryland.
Not so this time, friends. No, we found a deal on a flight from Moline, Illinois - about three hours east of our current location. We saved about $200 total, so this all sounds very good, yes?
No. The flight was at 6:05 a.m. So, we need to be at the airport at 5:00 a.m. Seeing as how I'm a violently, seriously cheap gal, there was no way we were blowing that $200 savings on eight hours at the La Quinta by the highway. No bloomin' way.
Ergo, ip so facto, therefore and henceforth - we tucked ourselves into bed at 7:00 p.m. and set our alarms for 1:00 a.m. for a pre-dawn mosey to Moline.
Because I'm an optimist (a cheap one, but still), here are some things that would have made this trip worse:
A hangover (can you even be hungover at 1:00 a.m.?)
Static on the radio
A flat tire
Listening to Prairie Home Companion the whole way
Something flying through the windshield and breaking all my teeth
Luckily, it was much better than that. Two nearly lifeless, shells of Hubs and I made it to the airport just in time for our flight. But, we didn't do it alone. I must thank our road food, for without peach rings and iced coffees, this whole bad idea might have been worse.
How was your long weekend?