Since I haven’t written a column in about a month, I feel a tad bit rusty, but what the heck? I’ll give it a go as if I were a seasoned vet.
I didn’t do Intersession like some people as I prefer to keep my long breaks long, but I do have a handful of stories to share about all my goings-on and mishaps during the break.
To start it all off, let’s begin with the glorious tale of Christmas shopping ... on the 23rd of December.
Let me place this here as a warning to everyone out there: do try to get your shopping done relatively early.
You may be thinking, “whatever, I live for the thrill of it all!”
One, that’s sad. Two, no. Just no.
I am the unfortunate person who could have been sitting by the fire sipping my hot chocolate while Hell froze over outside.
Haha, nope!
I was driving through huge layers of snow trying to make my way to the mall to buy gifts for my whole family. Not only did snow act as a barrier but the massive amount of people at the mall made it an uncomfortable experience.
Honestly, when you have to carry a ridiculous amount of bags on your arms and you’re cramped in an elevator (mainly the back corner where nobody would notice if you died) and the amount of body heat generated could keep a light bulb on for a few days, the whole experience proves itself to be rather unpleasant.
Use my idiotic mistake as a warning: don’t Christmas shop late!
The rest of my vacation, honestly, was a bit of a whir: from a New Years spent asking myself why Dick Clarke had to die, to my last drawn-out day home.
My vacation started off with a bang, because how can we not describe late Christmas shopping any other way? And it ended with a lingering whimper.
My flight to Baltimore was scheduled to leave around 7:40 p.m. and arrive at 9:20 p.m.
Nope, not even close.
Michigan, being Michigan, decided to host a snowstorm that caused my plane to arrive late and covered in snow. How does an airport remedy that, you ask?
Simple, they hose it down for a cumulative time of two hours with some strange liquid ... three times.
Suffice to say, I didn’t arrive in Baltimore at 9:20 p.m.
Well, I hope everyone’s first few days were as swift and merciful as an execution and that you’re all able to trudge along until Friday.
