As many of us do, I hate to leave the blogging world for so long, but I was in Jackson Hole, WY this past week with a whole lot of my really awesome friends. I wanted to write about my vacation, but…you know…
So my trip started with an early morning flight. Except, it didn’t need to be as early as it was. We all booked our flights separately, but my fiance didn’t read the e-mail that our airline sent us earlier in the week that said our flight had been pushed back an hour and our connecting flight was in a different city. Not really a big deal. We had an extra few minutes to grab some breakfast for him and some coffee for me. Delicious.
We got on the plane and headed to O’Hare. We met up with one of our really awesome friends. We boarded the plane to fly from O’Hare to Jackson and had this really amazing surprise:
So much leg room!! Being nearly 5′ 10″ with arthritic knees that hate being cramped, I jumped with joy at the sight. Almost literally. Because there was so much room!! So much! Apparently the change in our connecting flight had landed us in Business Economy Class.
So, we flew, flew, flew all the way to Wyoming. It was like magic: all of the sudden the planes turned into gargantuan peaks.
It was magnificent. Every time I thought the mountains couldn’t possibly get any bigger, they did. I thought they were going to reach up and touch the airplane.
So we landed at the kind of airport where they roll the stairs up to the door of the airplane and you walk down feeling just like the President walking off of Air Force One.
We were living large. Business class and red carpet treatment, minus the red carpet.
At that point we met up with almost all of the rest of our really awesome friends and we got our luggage and took a shuttle to our ski-in/hike-to-the-lift house. It may have been a little old, but it had beds, a hot tub, a pool table, and a foosball table. It had a fridge in which to keep the alcohol and a stove on which to cook our food. Long story short: the place was legitimate. It had everything we needed.
Our time was all screwed up, so we threw our stuff in the house before we headed to the Jacksone Hole ski village – more specifically the Village Cafe – for some grub. When we were done, we grabbed some alcohol and walked back the house to start some madness.
But not too much madness because we wanted to catch first chair the next day.