And So It Begins...

So here’s how the journey of a lifetime began…

Approximately 4:42am

My Dad (after helping me load my luggage into the car and almost herniating a disk in the process): I think I’m going to come in with you and make sure you get your bags checked in ok.

Me: Are you implying that I might be over the weight limit?

Dad: Er, um… 

Approximately 5:09am

Gate Agent: Ma’am your bag weighs 54 pounds…

But jokes on them, the extra carryon I shoved those extra four pounds into was checked at the gate. J

It was also pretty adorable that my dad helped me check in then walked me up to the security checkpoint and stood there and waited until I made it through security, much like he had done when I left the country for the first time 15 years ago. J Dads can be pretty adorable sometimes.

After making it onto the plane (and feeling pretty satisfied with myself, I might add, for cheating the system a bit), the guy next to me pulls out a Crown Royal bag. (Sir, you do know this flight is going to Utah?) But alas, the bag was only to hold his approved electronic devices so our binge drinking at 6am on the way to Salt Lake would have to wait another day.

The next flight started off relatively uneventful until, as I was making my way to my seat, a tiny Asian man carrying a suitcase twice his size sprinted up the aisle, like a crazed salmon swimming upstream, forcing me into the lap of the nearest passenger seated in the aisle. I’d like to think that she and I bonded a bit over the experience, but I’m sure this is the last we’ll see of each other.

In other news, Kevin and I checked into our hotel. It’s in a classy part of town, right down the street from Les Girls strip club (which I believe is “The Girls” in French).  We then set out to explore Old Town San Diego, which looks much like the “Old Towns” of the rest of the major cities in California then had dinner at the Gas Lamp District before 5pm. If only they offered a senior citizen special, we would have been set.