Travel Time

Today I and my fiancée got up at two thirty in the morning to drive from Norman, OK to the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. We then had to

1. navigate a terrible structure
2. find parking that costs well more than I thought it would
3. get into the airport
4. get past security
5. remember that I left my phone in the car and I got to repeat steps 3 and 4.

We then got onto a plane that had screaming kids on it for 3 hours until we arrived in Chicago. The connecting flight to Baltimore was on the same airplane, so we got to wait for 45 minutes waiting for the next batch of cattle to get onboard. Another hour of turbulence filled flying and we touched down in the BWI airport, which neither of us has any real familiarity with.

Next we got onto a shuttle to get into Washington that made the turbulence feel like a massage chair. From the time that we registered for the shuttle until the time that we arrived at our hotel (which is about 31 miles away) 2 hours and 10 minutes had passed – a little side note: I’ve been to Honduras where they have one lane highways and gone faster than this experience.

We then got to the hotel and unpacked. My brother was there to pick us up and the three of us walked in the sleet/snow/hail for about 15 minutes to get to the subway. 20 minutes later we got off the subway and walked about another 10 min or so to my brother and sister-in-law’s house. I figure that, all in all, we spent about 13 or 14 consecutive hours in one form of transit or another.

And then I got to see my nephew for the first time.

Today was a good day.