I was gonna just write: “What she said…”. But I thought I should write alittle more than that.
Our trip north for Christmas.
The day had come, so we got up, showered and dressed, and made our way down to Robins with the fuzzy to get her new cage all ready for her. Crystal put in some hammocks and I got her food dish and water all set. We watched pickle roam around her new bigger cage. She was like what Crystal said: A velociraptor from Jurrasic Park. She had to test every bar on her new cage for weakness. Well she found one. She figured out that she could get her head in between the bars, all the way up to her shoulders. That kinda freaked us out a bit, so I drove to Home depot, and got some chicken wire to wrap around the cage. That seemed to work. So as she got settled, we got some of the Christmas presents under the tree.
Then we got ready, and drove to Wal-Mart to pick up Robin so she could drive us to the Airport. She drove us to the airport wishing us a safe trip, and we made our way to the desk to check in, and get our bags searched via the x-ray machine. As we stood and watched, they found something that was suspisous. My bottle of coffee syrup. I told them I could probably tell them what it was, they told me in a few seconds they could tell me what it was too. So they took it out of the 3 bags, and swabbed it. Thankfully revealing that it was just a bottle of coffee syrup, and they was no trace of bomb on it.
So after that we went through security, took our shoes jackets, belts, etc off and went through the metal detector. Simple! Now with 2 hours to kill before our flight we sat around, walked around, and finally got a quick bite to eat at I think was a TGIFridays to go. It was hella yummy, and I mentioned that they would make a killing if they put one of these in every mall.
So we got back to our gate, and boarded the plane, and took off like 20 minutes early. Little did we know this was gonna be the last early flight of the entire trip. Believe it or not we actually landed in Cleveland early too, by about 10 minutes! So we found out where our next gate was, and went to find something to eat. We wanded over to a little bar, where the service was friggin terrible. I ordered the smothered fries, and a Bass. With about 5 minutes before our plane to Denver took off I got the fries and ate as fast as I could, I left a $1 tip cause the bartender sucked ass.
DENVER.
Lets just say, the Denver International Airport, smelled. Course It had good reason for it. A couple of days earlier about 2 feet of snow had been dumped in the area. and up untill that day, 5000 people were stranded there. When we got there, from what I heard only about 2000 people were still there. Boy were they ever. Dogs and little kids were all over the place. I felt bad for the people stranded there, as they had to fly stand by, while everyone with current tickets got to get through. When we got there, found our gate, we were informed that we had a 2 hour wait. So thats what we did. I grabbed us some McDonalds, and we played out gameboys, and I caught a quick cat nap. There were some many people there, the lines to customer service looked like the lines to a walmart on black friday. But from what I could see they were in somewhat of a good mood. Maybe just resigned to the fact that they were gonna be there for a while. Thankfully we weren’t.
We finally got on the plane. And took off. Yay! Only a few hours late. The flight from Denver was uneventful.
We landed in Calgary around 1:30ish in the morning. Let me tell you if you ever have to go through customs, go through it at that time. It was only our flight going through. I went through as a Canadian, showing my birth certificate, and we both had no problems. As we were walking to meet my parents, Crystal saw them first. I didn’t recognise my step father as he shaved off his beard, and only had the moustache. My mom didn’t see us and she was crying cause she didn’t think that we were comming, but started to smiled when we got a couple of feet away from them. Here unfortunatly is where we had problems: Picking up our bags. From what we could gather, our bags were never put on the plane in Cleveland. So we filled out the paperwork, and went to my aunts house to sleep.
And sleep we did.
When we got up the next day I introduced Crystal to my Grandpa, and my uncle. We had breakfast and I called the airport to find out about our bags. They were still looking for them. So since we didn’t know when and if we were gonna get them, we headed off to the local Walmart to get some clothes.
End part one.
