Day 1, Wednesday, September 19th
The goall was to leave the house at 11:30 am to catch our 2:00 pm flight to LA. Ashley, our taxi driver arrives home at 11:15 am, and she asks"where is Dad, I thought you wanted to leave at 11:00?". As I am listening to this, I am wondering if she hears the irony in that statement. She has arrived home 15 minutes later than she thought we wanted to leave.....
Do I have spell it out-she was late. So I collect my thoughts and answer Ashley truthfully, "I don't know." As the words leave my mouth, my tummy starts to feel a little weird . My OCD is starting to kick in and my mind fills with jumbled words ( we're going to be late, we are going to have to do the OJ Simpson run through the airport ; Bill got stuck in a meeting at work; maybe he's gone to pick up my birthday present and now I can't get mad at him.). So at 11:25, I bite the bullet and the I call Bill to find his where abouts. Turns out he's not at work; turns out he wasn't out buying my birthday present. Seems he is just finishing up on the 18th hole. When I mention to him that I thought we were leaving at 11:15, he replies that he thought we there leaving at 11:30. Now granted by now it's only 11:29 as we hang up. Can he make his best ever putt, get the cart and clubs back to the club house and get home and load in a minute? All of a sudden that "light" in my little head comes on... Like father like daughter. In order to control those doubting voices, I pop some Ativan and wait for the calmness to return. I also address the questions in my head. What is the worst thing that can happen if we're late; I don' have to do the OJ run. I can just meet Bill at the gate. And on a positive note, he had not gone to work, but instead chose to golf, his way of relaxing when he's stressed.
So according to the watch on my wrist (and I took a picture for proof) we left the house at 11:50 with our driver.
Other than hitting every red light along the way , the ride was pretty quick and uneventful. I did have to convince Ashley to get out of the car to give me a good bye hug. And then the sprint began. Just kidding.
The check in, security, and boarding of our flight was uneventful. With my Ativan still lingering, and a couple of gravol I pretty much slept through the entire flight.
We arrived at the LA airport right on time. Our luggage made it through the trip unscathed and after we picked it up, we hopped on a shuttle and headed to the rental car place. I can't remember ever having to rent such a large vehicle. But because Ashley and Ethan will be joining us, it was the best option.
By 5:45 we were on our way to Lora and Mike's house. I couldn't believe the amount of traffic on the freeways. Bill was glad to have me along as a passenger - it gave him the opportunity to use the car pool lanes.
A quick pit stop at Quiznos for a bite to eat (hey don't we have those in Calgary?) Mike was in the driveway to greet us when we arrived a couple hours later. We did a bit of catching up and by 10:30 my jet lag (that's what I am calling it) had set in and we all headed to bed.
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