Sunday I had my bags packed, I saw that the two morning flights were cancelled but mine was fine and there was another later one for backup.
Then I got a call. My flight was cancelled. I called a friend at the airline. No space on the later flight. I went to the airport and picked up a car. Before I got out of town I got a call that I had been rebooked on the late flight. I returned the car. I parked myself at the club in the airport and settled in until my buddy who works at the club (how else would I be able to get into the club?) had a break so we could lunch together. Everything was going to work fine.
Then I got a call. The late flight was cancelled. I wasn't really sure what to do so I had lunch with my buddy.
Then I had an epiphany. I would rent a car, pick up Boy-child and drive to Rapid City. I could do it if I had his company and help!
Boy-child and I are a great road trip team. We had fun. Good conversation. Crazy adventure.
And then, the next morning, one of my co-workers missed the bit about my driving companion being my son. She thought he was my boyfriend. When Boy-child showed up for lunch she stared at him, mouth gaping open, and she said to herself, "Boy, Soxanne's not doin' bad!"
What a great laugh we had at that!
One person had to join the conference via face-time. I'm glad I didn't have to join via face-time. I like going to this conference every year.
Boy-child flew home Monday night. I got back home tonight in time to go to the cemetery, have a couple of tacos and appreciate just how bad that Dracula movie really is.