Virginia Therapy - Friday

All I wanted to do on Friday was get on my plane headed for Washington Dulles International Airport.

I woke up the most miserable I'd ever been in my entire life. That is no exaggeration.
My alarm usually goes off at 7:30am but I managed to snooze and then reset to 8:50. I am supposed to be at work at 9:00am. I changed pants, but I didn't brush my teeth or comb my hair. I looked exactly like I felt.

The whole day was a blur, but I was always mindful of how long I had until I had to get to the airport. I went home after work and immediately jumped into the shower.
Since the bitches at AirTran charge you $15 for every bag you check now, I packed my carry-on with almost nothing and went to mama C and papa R's for a hug and a ride to the smarta. I didn't really need the ride (but grateful they could do it for me). Mostly I just needed the hug.

You always see (sometimes meet) the weirdest people on the smarta. I shouldn't say weird - more like interesting, but in this case I would say dangerous. So I'm on the smarta minding my own business when a woman with a two carrier stroller comes in. One of her little ones is still in the stroller and she's carrying the littlest one in her arms. A drunk homeless dude comes stumbling into the train behind her. Talking in jibberish. All of us on the train ignore the man.

The woman asks me if my shoes are AirMax. I say they are Adidas. This polite banter continues for several stops and I start making faces and saying hi to the baby. Something I do prompts the baby to coo and the homeless man stands up, gets into my face and starts saying something about how I'm a miracle, the baby talked to me, I need to continue my miracle. Both me and the woman are giving each other looks like "crazy". And he just goes on and on. He tries to touch my hand and I have to slap him away. The other people on the train starting to come to my defense because at one point I had to kick him away. The woman's stop comes and she gets off the train saying something like "Nice to meet you. Good Luck" and I'm praying the dude gets off with her, but he doesn't and he keeps trying to talk to me. When I say talk I mean mumble some language I've never heard before. This whole time he's carrying a pack of 3 pairs of white tube socks, before he gets off at his stop he opens the package and gives me a pair. I throw them back at him.

It was kinda dangerous, but funny too. I kinda needed the laugh.

So I sleep through my flight. My mom, my sister and my nephew come to pick me up. I can't tell you how happy I was to see them. I leapt into the car and wanted to hug all of them and tell them how much I loved them.

I miss them.