Chances are that anyone who reads this today has already heard me sloppily recount the second part to my Christmas excursion, maybe more than once. If you haven’t, the short version features five hours worth of transportation by land, five hours in a flight reaccommodation line and going to the wrong airport. Easter eggs include but are not limited to losing my digital camera, accidentally formatting my laptop’s hard drive and cracking the screen on my fancy phone.
Speaking of trips home, I wrote this while flying over Alabama at around 450 miles per hour, surprising my family with a visit. Only a privileged few knew about the trip before hand, which has me morbidly excited at the possibility of giving a few heart attacks. I wasn’t planning on going home until about a week ago. Consider it reparations for what turned out to be a rather stressful Mother’s Day visit by my mother and sister.
The super short version of that story includes stress, tears and sushi. It was capped by my mom’s first Broadway show since Le Mis in 1989. Pro-tip: look up plots for Broadway shows before purchasing tickets, especially if the musical features the story of a bipolar mother and her dysfunctional family. Happy Mother’s day, Mom.
Actually, it was a great musical.