Our holiday adventure
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It was back to Buffalo for Christmas but not without a fight (or should I say fLight?) First our flight to Chicago was delayed then our flight from Chicago (to Buffalo) was canceled. So what did we do? We rented a car and at close to midnight (commencing Rich’s birthday) we were on the road. At around 7 a.m. after 7 hours of driving, it was time to give Rich a break from the wheel and with only about an hour left to go, my driving did not go unnoticed – by a state trooper… Grrr. But we continued onward and upon crossing the Buffalo city limit (both exhausted and now upset), there was no stopping – it was straight to the airport to pick up our suitcase (apparently our suitcase gets a plane ride even if we don’t). Well, our suitcase did not make it on that first plane out (nor the second or the third…) Still, no stopping us now – it was time to meet my parents, get a car and go to birthday lunch!
Could we have skipped the lunch and gone to bed? If it was up to Rich, yes. But I had another agenda. His surprise party that night! We had to make it there and my logic (albeit logic of someone who requires 8 hours of sleep and did not get any) was that we must stick to the plan – lunch, bowtie party, surprise party! Rich got in a quick nap while I ran to Target for necessities so that we could shower and have no excuse for not going to the bowtie party (besides not having our bowties which were strategically packed in the lost luggage). The plan worked and with Brandon’s help (carrying on a faux conversation with a faux half-in-the-bag friend who needed a ride) we made it to the surprise party on the dot! At first, Rich had no idea what was going on but as soon as he figured out that the “Surprises” were for him he looked very flattered. It was a lot of fun! And he said he didn’t want a surprise party – pshaw!
The next morning (Christmas Eve), our suitcase was delivered and just in the (St.) Nick of time because it contained most of our Christmas presents. And, it also had my New Years dress which I had just bought the morning we left Austin (the thought of losing this dress before I even got to wear it was what fueled most of my stern inflections with the airline’s customer service). If I had not gotten it back, I would have had every right to be fuming because it was absolutely smashing (shame on those of you who I saw stumbling around midnight in their North Faces).
Anywho, what could be more upsetting than Ugg boots to a party? My last meal of 2009. I ordered the special – the “whole fish” And what did I get? The whole fish! Head to tail with his lil fishy fin just at staring me. I screamed and the fella was taken back to the kitchen and returned without a head but still obviously a fish with fin in tact. Ick! I mean, what was this? An audition for Survivor Southtowns?? I should have gone with the boeuf bourguignon – still not sure what that is (but it was “the” to-do in Julie and Julia) and it probably would have come without a tail.
We made it out to Eville for a few snowboarding runs (4 for me to be exact, but the last one was without a tumble which I figured a good time to call it a night before Olympic dreams got to my head) but 17 days, lots of yummy treats and Buffalo staples (Timmy Ho’s – how we have missed you), no gym – we are looking forward to working out again! But not this weekend – this weekend, I am on a sugar detox. Although on Friday night (after our big date to Barnes and Noble) we decided to do something crazy and stopped at Mighty Fine for a milkshake and walked out with a lemonade one! Yum!
So our trip was pretty much go-go-go until it was time to go home – then it came to a what-the-heck hault. We tried to check-in online the morning of our flight like good little travelers only to find out that our confirmation code was no longer valid. “Why?” you ask? Well, you see, when we called to refund our canceled flight from O’Hare to Buffalo, they decided to cancel the remainder of our reservation. Translation: They canceled our flight home and proceeded to “assist” us by offering to rebook our tickets for an amount more than the price of our two round trips. We declined and booked a flight home through Southwest. I remember flying being so much more fun when I was little…maybe because the seat was bigger. Seriously, maybe the 17 days of stuffing myself really did do me in, but airplane seating is very cozy to which my personal space says, “No thank you.”
So here we are back in Austin. I went to put on a pair of shoes that I wore trudging through the snow and the salt has made them so stiff and harsh that I can’t even force my lil piggies in them. Perhaps I will take them down to the pool for a quick soak. No snow here in case you were wondering.
Yesterday we went to see “Youth in Revolt” (which was very funny) at a Cinemark in Bee Caves (which had diy butter!) in an outdoor shopping center (the Hill Country Galleria) that I did not know about but must go back on a nice warm day to do a bit of shopping! It’s like an affordable version of the Domain – guilt-free shopping in a desirable outdoor setting. FYI: I am very disappointed the lack of after Christmas shopping. The sales are there, but not the merchandise (i.e., the lambie blanket at Bath and Body Works which I already have one of but love it so much that I wanted another and was holding out for their annual post holiday sale…but it’s just not to be found anywhere…). Back to the movie – $19 for the two of us! Before the popcorn and small cherry coke…instead of taking it out on the Red Box, I think Hollywood needs to work on the price of a movie ticket so that more people go to the show.
This morning we took a walk and I found a new house that I would like to buy! How much? Well, before I tell you the price (which is probably negotiable), let me remind you of that 4.8 million dollar number I found on Thanksgiving. I think you will agree, this one is a steal! At just a little over 1 million (percentage wise, that is quite a large cut in my kind request for shelter – you can’t deny me of shelter, can you??) and again, another spectacular view of the city.