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My Monday en route to Mexico...and a quick weekend recap. I took a li'l trip to Mexico last week for work. This is the text of an e mail I sent to my fam, which they enjoyed, so I thought I'd share:
Here´s a schedule of the awesomeness that was my schedule yesterday. 7:10 AM: arrival @ BWI 7:20: Hear plane is delayed, mechanical problems, will likely miss connection in Dallas 8:45: Make it to ticket agent counter. Flight has now been delayed until 5 PM. He informs me they will pay for my cab ride to Reagan. What can I do? I apologize to him for the older cantankerous man behind me and his annoyingly bitchy trophy wife. 9:30: Pass new Nationals stadium. Small bonus; had not seen before. Feels like I´m in a new city already. 9:45 Learn that Fuddrucker´s has replaced McD´s in Reagan, but that Fuddrucker´s now serves breakfast! Yumtastic. 11:00: Flight to Dallas boards. Good plane ride. Talk to the other people around me. Weçre the liveliest row on the plane. Me, a Mexican dude, a Texas southern belle. Bonus: Get to hear how funny it sounds combining a Texas accent and Espanol. 1:30ish Arrive @ Dallas-Ft Worth. GOOD airport. Wander around, read the paper, treat myself to a good ass Irish lunch-dinner. Lots of military men flying these days. 3:00 I ask one of the American Airlines chicks about getting Internet access, maybe a seat upgrade, because my schedule has been changed a bit. She says that Internet access is in the Admirals Club, which 'ísnçt accessible to normal people.' I look at her, almost dumbfounded, and walk away. I thought she was going to ask me if I was an unaccompanied minor like when Marilyn and I went to New Orleans a few years ago (at 23). 3:15 Notice that the airport has a Chapel. Wonder what other kinds of strange things exist in airports. Wander. End up @ exotci place: Starbucks. 3:45: Aight, let´s get this MoFo on the road. I´m tryin to get to Mexico, damnit, and I shoulda been there already. 5:05: Sitting on the plane, next to a very friendly Korean kid from Seattle, heading to Mexico City for a language school. Congratualted him on trying something new, ´cause English wasn´t exactly his forte. 5:15: We are informed that the dumbasses at American Airlines overloaded the plane, weight-wise. Who let Rosie O Donnel on the damn plane? Mood has become more like that of cantankerous man from morning. 5:45: Take off. Near wingm, so very loud. Little kid in back plays soccer with my seat. Seat is broken, won´t recline fully. Korean kid talking my ear off. Can´t finish crossword puzzle. Feel stupid, smell bad. 8:30 Mexico time. Land. Are informed that we´re all good, except that they don´t have a gate for us at which we can de board. Await sketchy Mexican bus on runway. Smells bad. I think Korean dude may have farted, as I heard his stomach making funny noises on plane. Kid is kicking me, and I say, drawing on my massive Espanol, ¨Moy moleste.¨And I may have said, ¨Brat¨at the end. 9:30: Arrive in Customs. Awesomely long line. 10:15: Make it out of customs. My water bottle posed a major security breach, apparently. 10:20Bag breaks. My Marilyn Monroe carry-on. The handle just comes STRAIGHT out. Bag is falling to pieces. Great. Korean offers to help me. I think he farted again and keep walking. 10:30 Bra breaks. No kidding. I´m ñlugging my busted ass bag, handle sticking out all awkwardly, and then, boom, I feel a rogue boob. I think, The hell with all this. I´m laughing because, seriously, how much worse can it get? My ride probably gave up on me three hours ago, Içm hungry, somebody keeps breaking wind around me, and now I have a rogue tit. PERFECT. Now looking for duct tape for both suitcase & bra. 11:00: My ride has waited! My Espanol is better than his English. (That´s sad.) 11:50: Arrive at homestay. Pet dog, now dog wonçt leave me alone. House is mad nice, though. And I cançt complain--at least said rogue boob is warm.
Please excuse the many typos--Mexican keyboards are not like those here.
On the way back, let's just say I had as bad of a time. I had 30 minutes to make it through Customs and to my next plane. Of course, the one plane I needed to be delayed, that didn't happen. I was 'that person'--the last one on the plane. I did have the whole back of the plane laughing, though, so at least one good thing came of it. AND...one of the flight attendants help me make the point that American broke my bag. So...haha. American Airline sucks--my vengeance is that no Goucher students will fly with them!!!! Haha, bitches.
On another note, Friday night was great and Dani came to visit. Let's just say, I have never seen so many people with so little game get so much make out time. Also, I never again want to see my brother passed out in a pile of his own puke. Our lives are quickly becoming o-so-similar to those of 21 year old frat boys. I need to ban the word "cut up" from my vocabulary.
Hope everyone's weekend was as,uh, interesting as mines.  | 
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