I had debated whether I should go our not since i had to leave for the airport at 4 the next morning and was just diagnosed with a sprained jaw. But, my better judgment ruled out and the fact that I had already paid $25 won. So I set some ground rules... well, one ground rule: DON'T DRINK TOO MUCH. But, of course, I listened to this rule as well as most others.
Flash forward to 1:45 am when I end up in my friend Kalyn's bed, one hot mess. She promised to make sure I got up by 3:15 so I could go home, shower, and finish packing. At 3:45 I wake up, and dart home. There, I found out I left my makeup and license at Kalyn's. Luckily, my shuttle only had me to pick up, so when I was 10 minutes later it was no big deal. Until I got to the airport.
I was still drunk, and as luck would have it, I was flying Northwest (shittest airline ever... DO NOT FLY IT). They had just merged with Delta and had to check in desk. Tell this to any sober person at 4:30 am and they might be confused. Tell my drunk self, and I was distraught. Luckily, I had some friends meeting me there.
After going to the wrong check in, I had to call my mom. Of course, I didn't plan out my confirmation and I needed my number. Mid conversation, I found out I didn't need her and hung up. Then, we got to Delta, where I proceeded to call my mother again. This time I didn't feel so bad because it was 4:45am. Again, I really didn't need her help, I was just confused. I finally get to where I am supposed to drop off my luggage and my bag weighs 59 pounds.
I proceed to open my extra extra large bag and take all of my shoes out to put in my carry on... 56 pounds. I proceed to put those all back and try something new. After 2 more tries, my bag was at 54 pounds. Seriously. So I ask the check in lady, "Ma'am, how much will it cost me to be 4 pounds over weight?" She replies, "90 dollars." Since my better judgment had yet to return, I asked her, "Well, I've gained 10 pounds in the last month... does that mean I have to pay an extra $90?"
With that, she slapped the tag on my bag and let me on my way to security where I had to remove everything from my carryon to get to my laptop, at the bottom of the bag.
I finally made it to the plane where I switched seats with a lady and announced her boyfriend would like to sit next to her better anyways, I droll in my sleep.
I made it to Birmingham safe and with all of my things after this enjoyable experience...
I wish I could sat the same for getting back.
