I will be the first to admit that I have a pretty amazing life, with a good job (at least a good paying one), great friends and family and countless opportunities for my future. Call it conceited, I am just truly grateful for what I have. So I am aware at how crazy it may seem that on Wednesday at 4pm there was a possibility that I was heading to Italy that evening to see Martin for a weekend of skiing the Italian Alps. But before I could guarantee the fresh winter air, I had to wrap up work and make it through the 11 hour flight.
With the last item completed for work (at the very last minute of course) and finally in the cab on the way to the airport, my life was as it should be... I breezed through check-in and security and was able to enjoy a free Coors Light in the red carpet lounge pre-flight, all the while envisioning my California casual self, boarding the plane in SF and my fabulous European self disembarking in Munich (yes, I was headed to Italy, but it was easiest to fly into Munich where Martin was going to pick me up, drive through Austria and end up in Italy).
Unfortunately somewhere over the Atlantic the slight cold I had been fighting all week came back with vengeance leaving me with sever sinus pressure, a dry cough and the need to blow my nose every 15 minutes. And when I finally managed to fall asleep in the upright position, I turned into a grizzly bear with a pug’s nose – I snored so loudly that the poor guy in 42G could hear me 8 rows back. And it doesn’t end there…oh no, not only did I snore, I snored, sniffled, drooled and may or may not have farted (compliments of the Coors Light) my way to Europe. So much for my fabulous self!
When I finally deplaned in Munich, Martin was not greeted by his hot CA girlfriend, nor his sophisticated European girlfriend, but rather the wreck of a girlfriend with a puffy red face, hot flashes and sweats (due to the slight fever I developed), a hoarse, man-like voice, holding a box of used Kleenex accumulated between passport control and customs. Thank god he loves me! After four weeks of not seeing each other it was probably the worst condition I could have arrived.
I had to exactly three nights to redeem myself.
With the last item completed for work (at the very last minute of course) and finally in the cab on the way to the airport, my life was as it should be... I breezed through check-in and security and was able to enjoy a free Coors Light in the red carpet lounge pre-flight, all the while envisioning my California casual self, boarding the plane in SF and my fabulous European self disembarking in Munich (yes, I was headed to Italy, but it was easiest to fly into Munich where Martin was going to pick me up, drive through Austria and end up in Italy).
Unfortunately somewhere over the Atlantic the slight cold I had been fighting all week came back with vengeance leaving me with sever sinus pressure, a dry cough and the need to blow my nose every 15 minutes. And when I finally managed to fall asleep in the upright position, I turned into a grizzly bear with a pug’s nose – I snored so loudly that the poor guy in 42G could hear me 8 rows back. And it doesn’t end there…oh no, not only did I snore, I snored, sniffled, drooled and may or may not have farted (compliments of the Coors Light) my way to Europe. So much for my fabulous self!
When I finally deplaned in Munich, Martin was not greeted by his hot CA girlfriend, nor his sophisticated European girlfriend, but rather the wreck of a girlfriend with a puffy red face, hot flashes and sweats (due to the slight fever I developed), a hoarse, man-like voice, holding a box of used Kleenex accumulated between passport control and customs. Thank god he loves me! After four weeks of not seeing each other it was probably the worst condition I could have arrived.
I had to exactly three nights to redeem myself.
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As usual...you crack me up Lees! Oh Miss Fancy Pants!! I'm sure Martin is sick now, too, but I bet he thinks it was worth it!
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