Saturday, May 7, 2011
A Pretty Exciting Day
This weekend, WH and I were fortunate enough to be able to travel to Orlando to see HS graduate from the University of Central Florida with his Master's Degree in Public Administration. As all the trips in our family seem to be, this one was an adventure from start to finish.
BD#2 was also able to join us, and that is where the adventure began. You see, WH is a retired airline pilot, which means we have travel privileges on the airline. Pretty cool, right? Well the downside is that we travel standby, so we never know exactly which flight we will be on if we make the flight at all. BD#2 is in Idaho and her big brother's big event was in Orlando, Florida. So, the intrepid girl set out on Wednesday afternoon and flew to Salt Lake where her loving big sister retrieved her from the airport, put her up overnight, and delivered her back to the airport the next afternoon. By this time, the flights that had looked promising the day before looked anything but promising. This event always triggers WH's planning mode, and he and HS began to look into alternative routes to get BD#2 to Orlando in time for the event. One of the alternatives was that she would fly home and drive down with us. She made her original flight, which was fine, except that instead of leaving at 2pm and arriving in Orlando about 10pm, now WH and I would leave at 8 pm and arrive at 4am. I'm never at my best when I've been up all night, but we arrived safely and did manage to catch a few hours sleep before we were joined by
Once we were ready, we drove... and drove... and drove... out to the UCF campus, where the campus police had created a real mess of the traffic. We ended up parking all the way across campus, necessitating a very long walk in
not very comfortable shoes, which meant when we finally reached the UCF arena the only seats we could find were in the nosebleed section right under the blowers for the air conditioning. Brrrrrrrrrr!!
Since HS was one of the first 100 or so to receive his degree, and since by the time his name was read we had sat under the air conditioning blower for almost an hour, the three of us decided to go to the bookstore across the street and thaw out. We read magazines about the RW and kept one ear on the TV monitor on which a seemingly endless list of names was read.
HS, we're proud of you. Go forth and do good!