afterwards, i went to get a badly needed pedicure at the place KM used to take me to in buckhead. pedicurists (is that a word?) always marvel at my feet. first, i have some weird toes. if you haven't seen them already, you're just going to have to trust me on this, because i am not going to show you. second, my feet are super flat. SUPER. no arches. none. and i happen to have really smooth feet - perhaps this was God's way of making the ugly feet bearable. well the lady doing my feet says that in her culture, wide feet are lucky. i thought she was sweet to say so, but they don't feel very lucky to me.
i went home afterwards, completely exhausted and started packing. packing usually isn't an issue with me, but it took me HOURS to do it this last time. and i didnt' even wear half of what i packed. i also didn't pack enough pants and jackets - napa/sonoma/calistoga area in the morning? FREEZING...
saturday, october 11:
since i didn't finish packing the night before, i got up early (6am early) to take a shower, get ready, pack some more. my flight was supposed to leave at 10:05. it didn't leave until 1:30. here's how it went down...
the flight was scheduled for an on-time departure. in fact, by 10:05, we were all on the plane, waiting to back out of the gate, but we sat there for 45 minutes. as soon as the pilot backs up he stops and rolls back into the gate. why? because he "felt something". apparently one of the brake disks was loose. so he had the maintenance team look at it. they approved us for takeoff 15 minutes later. but this made me really uneasy. the last time i'd heard about brake problems on a plane, that plane eventually crashed and burned everyone alive in spain. so of course i called my mom and told her i loved her. you never know...
when we finally got into a queue for take-off, we were sitting there for another 30 minutes before the pilot decides to give up his spot in line to go to the next terminal over to take off. how does that make sense? why wouldn't use just stay in line? i say this because as soon as we got to the other terminal, we had to wait in line again....until 1:30. by this time, i was sitting on a plane for 3.5 hours and had another 5 to go on the way to San Francisco. Not to mention i had a lady with a baby sitting next to me. The kid was cute, but was really restless. I couldn't really sleep (not that i can sleep on planes normally, but i do try) because the kid kept fussing, jumping into my lap, patting my leg. blah. finally! F I N A L L Y we land.
A (dude that has known Ir since high school) was on my flight - which was great because he was also the dude that rented the car (napa is a 2 hour ride from san francisco). M (my roommate for the weekend) was waiting for us when we got there. i apologized for being late, but it turns out her flight, which left atlanta around the same time, was delayed too - though her pilot managed to get her there an hour before us.
starving and cranky we went for food at TGI Friday's. airport food. i found out at this meal that A is really cheap. i ordered an app to share, a drink and a salad. they both ate the app. i was prepared to pay for it, but i think common courtesy dictates you should at least offer to pay some of it if you eat an app someone else has ordered. No offers from A. this wouldn't be the first time i noticed.
so we hop into our rented Cobalt and make our way to the 101 (north). A drives because I can't (remember my fear of the highway, well its back and the way A drives, it might be worse now) and M had been drinking while waiting for us. nearly three hours later we arrive at Indian Springs
After settling into our rooms/hotels, we head to downtown Calistoga (in Napa Valley), which is kinda like the Highlands, only more ranchey, 60's californiaey. we eat at a place called checkers (not what you think), an italian place and basically sit and eat in silence. all of us are tired from our journey. we're hungry, but we're also sleepy, so we eat and then go back to our rooms to sleep.
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