Day 2: The Nerdvana Annihilation

Not much to report on a day full of time traveling. We made it to MSP a couple of hours early as advised because we’re both paranoid and prepared flying newbs.

It was my moms first time there and my second. I had a good idea of what to expect because my friend Alicia and I hit up Cleveland a little over a year ago but it was a bit different this time around.

We just zoomed right through the security checkpoints like it was no big thing. I had expected to remove our shoes and unload half of our personal item/carry on bags contents because of the whole “electronics go in their own bin” thing. Guess not. Or at least not today.. Or maybe not this airline? Who knows. The simpler the better was cool with us.

My favorite part of flying is the takeoff and landing. The ascent reminds me of the Starship 3000, that spaceship county fair ride growing up. AKA, so relaxing. Why had no one ever made that comparison when I had asked countless times what flying is like in years past? Jeez, guys!

I was curious to see what my mom would think of her first “real” flight. Prior to today, she’d only ever been on a 4-passenger and 6-passenger plane. Both were years and years ago. She liked the ascension also. She definitely didn’t act as giddy as I did on my first flight ever but she’s also not as dramatic as I am; if you can believe that. My mom did say though, while we were waiting for our connection, that she’s not sure what she thinks of flying in general. Her ears didn’t pop the entire 3ish hours we were waiting so everything was muffled as if there was a wall between us which is a very frustrating feeling.

With that being said.. Family and friends, you’ll be happy to hear that we made it to our connecting city of Charlotte, NC and miraculously didn’t get sucked into the hurricane threatening that region of the country. Our flight to Dublin did end up being delayed slightly but only by about 45 minutes. We’re safe and sound. I hope someone called Grandma Darlene.

The Charlotte Douglas International Airport was lightly illuminated today and at about 60% operation if I had to choose a random percentage. We did overhear an employee tell a waiting passenger that a lot of people haven’t been able to come to work the last couple of days due to the weather, thus the ghost-town vibe we kept encountering.

As I type this, I’m sitting in seat 26A on flight 724 eastbound to Dublin, Ireland. A surprisingly delicious dinner (I mean, supper) was served about 20 minutes ago. I need to ask my mom when we land what the round pea looking pieces of food were. (The flight isn’t full so my mom moved up a seat because why not?) They weren’t peas; they didn’t taste it and were very pale in color but I don’t even know if they were veggies. They were good AF though. She’ll know what they were because she’s a mom and they know everything. Thank you, Jesus, for mother’s. 🙌🏼

Well, I should try to catch some zzz’s. I hear traveling through space and time causes this thing called jet lag and we’re hitting the ground running when we land. Until you read again, slán.

I’ve been saying Monticello wrong this whole time..

Do you know how many times the two of us have told people where we are going and how many times we’ve received the same “wtf” look? And how many times we’ve had to explain “wtf” we’re doing? Tickets were cheap, the Airbnb was cheap, adventure! Honestly, the second we booked the flight, we both looked at each other with the same “wtf” look we’d been getting for the past month.

I was up bright and early this morning. Up to this point in my life, I’d only been on vacations with family and Channing. I’ve never gone on a girls trip or gone anywhere for that matter with a friend. Historically, I’ve never been good with friends. I’ve just never been able to connect. I blame my social awkwardness. But that’s another story for another time. Anyway, up bright and early. Guess who wasn’t? A to the licia.

There are a lot of things different about this trip so far and it hasn’t even began. I’m a spaz planner. I like to know what I’m doing, when I’m doing it, how I’m doing it. To the point where it’s obsessive. I’m talking Google Drive folders, spreadsheets, printed out reservations in a tidy trip labeled binder.. that kind of spaz. With the exception of a condensed spreadsheet THAT I FORGOT IN MY CAR, I was plan-less.

The. Struggle.

We eventually hit the road and went to IKEA like every basic bitch would. I pulled a classic Ori.. filled my cart up to the brim and slowly but surely narrowed it down to six items. The cheapest of all the items of course. Whereas my shopaholic travel-mate, Alicia kept her load high and dry from the aisles stuffed with left behinds. Oh, I envy her ability to shop. It’s a problem that I need to deal with. Shop, damnit. Shop!

We were grateful enough to have landed a sweet place to stay thanks to Alicia’s college connections in life. We had dinner reservations at an italian place with her former roommate and they graciously let us crash the night in their beautiful suburbia home with a bombass deck. We didn’t sleep on the deck but we probs could have. It was cool. Tomorrow I fly!