Well guys, life is a funny thing. On Thursday, I was writing kind of an emotional post (I left it in tact below so you could get the full gist.) about missing home this weekend and I did one of the most fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants things I’ve done in a long time.. maybe ever. My post was all about how sad I was that I was missing a big football game back at home and I literally just got on United.com and booked a flight home for the next morning. Like, 12 hours later. I was writing the following post at the end of the day on Thursday when I got the wild hair up my ass to just fly home on Friday to be a part of the things I was missing out on. Yes, I leave for Paris in five days. Yes, this was my weekend to get shit done before my trip. And yes, my flight was preettyyy expensive. But screw it, ya know? When else in my life will I be able to just pick up and go on a whim? Might as well embrace it!
The best part? I totally surprised my parents. I let my brother in on the secret because I needed a ride from the airport. But other than that, it was a total surprise. There were a few points where I almost blew it, but it somehow worked out!
5:05pm – Writing Saturday’s blog post. Texting best friend about how I was sad I wasn’t going to be there. Start kind of browsing flights. Wait, this could maybe work..
5:30pm – Call my boss. He’s cool with it. (Side note: he’s seriously the best.)
5:45pm – Book flight.
6:05pm – Head home to start packing suitcase.
6:10pm – Mom calls me. WTF. I immediately freak out and think that she knows, but I try to keep it cool on the phone. Kept it cool. Stressed how busy of a weekend I had in New York. Time to say goodbye before I blow this — “See you.. What? Sorry, that my super.” GET IT TOGETHER, JESSICA. I literally almost said, “See you tomorrow!” to my mom on the phone. Fail. Crisis averted. I vow to not talk to any of my family members again until I see them.
7:30pm – Soul Cycle. Desperately need to work out all of this exhilarating anxiety.
4:00am – Wake Up. Maybe I should have had one less glass of wine. Holy headache.
5:00am – Alright, alright. I’m up for real. Good thing I set 15 alarms.
5:30am – Leave for airport. Doze off in cab, natch.
7:00am – Flight to Chicago.
7:30am – Just kidding. Flight is delayed due to air traffic control in Chicago. You are the worst, O’hare.
8:30am – Finally, it was wheels up. Seated in the very last row (no reclining for me), seated next to a kid with a chili bowl who loves to sing, and the TV at my seat doesn’t work. Oh, and there isn’t WiFi on my flight. It’s almost 2015.. How the heck does a plane not have WiFi?! Guess I’ll just sing along with the kid next to me.
10:00am – Layover. (I would do anything for there to be a direct flight from New York to Springfield, IL. Anything.)
11:00am – Flight to Springfield. Oh, wait. It’s delayed, too.
12:00pm – Brother was supposed to pick me up from the airport before he went to class, but now that’s not happening. Flight takes off at 12.
1:00pm — Finally get to Springfield. Cab to my brother’s school to get his car. And off to surprise my parents at their office! 🙂
A Saturday in the fall can really only mean one thing… College Football. And today, especially, I am really missing being back in Illinois.
I’ve talked about my love for Illini football many times before (read this post if you’re new around here), but the game this weekend is super close to home. (Both literally and figuratively!) My best friend from high school’s ‘little’ brother play football and Purdue (#10) and her family always has a big tailgate for the Illinois-Purdue game. Not to mention, both the quarterback at Illinois (#12) and my friend’s brother were both QBs at my very small high school. And each of the boys were in the same grade as and good friends with my brothers growing up! Basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s a big friggen Rochester High School reunion in Champaign, Illinois this weekend and I’m missing out. (If you’re not already bored with my sports chatter, read this article about the matchup for a little insight into my little hometown in Illinois. 😉 ) With Paris being a short five days away, I knew I would have probably gone crazy had I planned a weekend trip just a few days before we left.
Needless to say, I’m rocking all orange and blue today in spirit and watching (and probably crying…) from my couch. Hope you have a great weekend! And Go Illini! 😉