OK – so, I decided to go to anchorage and surprise the Asshole, who’d been bemoaning the fact that he’d not get to be home this week off, because of his brother’s wedding,a nd I being the wonderful wife that I am decided I couldn’t listen to him whine another second. Made arrangements for the kids with Gramma and Auntie, and off I went. <\/p>\n
His plane was to get into anchorage at 2:50pm, so I left town about 10 to give myself plenty of time to stop and stretch and wake up if I needed to. See – i kinda have this “long travel means sleep” thing going on, and have been known to fall asleep at the wheel. hee. never a good idea. ANd I don’t have a radio in the car either! So! Lessa spent the ride up to Anchorage singing – loudly, and mostly off key. heh.<\/p>\n
The trip was uneventful, other then the snow here in this area, the roads were clear and there was a bit of a headwind that made my 65mph seem like I was standing still, but all in all it was a nice enough drive. except for the singing. gah. heh.<\/p>\n
I got to the airpoint 1:20 or so, after not getting lost, which I felt was a good thing. (Go, go Yahoo Maps!).The Airport isn’t difficult to find, per se, but I wasn’t sure where the parking garage was in relation to where I wanted to be, etc. But, I found it, it was all good. I had told the Asshole that “Everything he needed would be at the Thrifty Rent-a-car Counter” As we know the owners of Thrifty, and last time he had have some cash, I left it there for him in an envelop. heh. He almost caught me – but didn’t catch on – his 4th phone call to verify where he had t pick things up caught me coming down out of the mountians so the cell phone finally rang. hee. He didn’t realize it though, and I repeated the above phrase, and he said ok.<\/p>\n
So! I went inside with my notebook and my ‘book’ book (Organizer\/wallet) and the rest of my pepsi and the cell phone, and sat in the little commons area in front of the Thrifty counter. A gentleman asked me if my hair was naturally blue, I said yes… except when it was purple. He laughed and nodded. Then his friend made fun of his big suitcase and said he packed like a girl – I said “HEY!” and held up my ‘book’ and said “this was all _I_ packed!” to which he replied “Thongs don’t take up much room!” and I just blinked, laughed and said “dude, the visual of me in a thong is a nightmare!” Which embarassed him, but he laughed anyway. heh. Then some guy needed to make a call – I offered him my cellphone, but he was so nice and ultra worried about my minutes, he took change for a dollar instead for the payphone. <\/p>\n
OTher then that, I people watched a bit, chuckled when one of the rental car place employees told another employee that I was a surpervisor or something as I’d been sitting there for a couple hours and writing in my notebook. Heh. I was somewhat productive though as I penned down a good portion of the short story that’s been niggling at the back of my mind. It’s no where near finished, but I *was* writing by hand, so cut me a little slack! heh.<\/p>\n
So the Asshole’s plane was late, and finally he shows up downstairs, stumblign (he’d been up for over 24 hours by this point – and he was drunk. heh.) past me, AND the counter. So I just call out “Yo! The thrifty counter is over there…..” He turned and took a minute to focus… then stared. and stared. then pulled his sunglasses down and stared some more, and then… “…you aren’t supposed to be here! omg! you’re HERE! ohhhhhhhh!” and then insert much sappy crap on his part and eye rolling, chuckling, making fun of him and patting his arm on my part. Yes. I am the “guy” when it comes to sap between us and he’s the mushiest girl on the damn planet. It’s rather sickening. heh. Then! As we headed upstairs to meet his friend, he started to the thrifty counter again. I was all “Um, dear? _I_ have your envelope.” He still hadn’t quite realized that I planned this all along. hee. And he thinks I can’t keep secrets. *L*<\/p>\n
So We go upstairs, his friend had already left, he gets his shoes shined, and we head to the car. throughout this he’s embarassing the fuck out of me, telling everyone we pass “this is my WIFE! isn’t she gorgeous? she came all the way here to see me for a few hours before I leave state! I thought I woudn’t see her for 8 weeks – but she’s here! isn’t that WONDERFUL?” to which I’d reply. “and this is my drunk husband. Who will be lucky not to get on his flight with a head wound at this point…..”<\/p>\n
So i finally get him into the car, and we head to the hotel (not before the above was told to the toll booth guy TOO). We had dinner next door at the Tampura Kitchen, a Japenese restaurant, where the Asshole could have his suishi and I could have something else. heh. It was really good. Expensive, but good. Then I finally got him to lay down and go to sleep so he at least had *some* sleep before having to catch his flight at 1:30am.<\/p>\n
SO, he’s been out cold for about an hour, right? And I’m laying there just watching TV, and out of the blue he says “FUCK i gotta catch a PLANE!” JUMPS out of bed and runs, full tilt, SMACK into the door…. and collapses backwards. It was like you see it in the cartoons, man, and he was so fast I couldn’t stop him, and then I was laughing too hard to really help for a minute or two. I mean common – I have this skinny ass nekid guy rolling around on the floor going “….ow….why does my head hurt….” YOU’d laugh TOO and you know it! Wanna know how hard he hit? They heard the thud at the FRONT DESK and the girl had come to the room to see what happened – and stood outside the door giggling as she heard me trying to get his ass back up and onto the bed. *LMAO* He likely gave himself a light concussion, but the door came through unscathed. I made sure he was awake and coherent and ok, and then let him sleep a while under careful watch. <\/p>\n
Getting him awake and into the shower was a chore – he was *so* tired, and only got to sleep about 4 hours. But eventually he did make it to the shower – only to have the curtain rod? fall on top of him. *L* A comedy of errors, I swear.<\/p>\n
Finally, sent him off on the hotel shuttle (so I didn’t have to drive in the dark – I can’t see in the dark very well. Makes driving rough – and they offered and it was free. hee) with the promise they’d make sure he was awake when he got out of the car. By that time I knew he would be – surrounded by strangers makes him *very* alert, no matter how tired he is. And the cold ride to the airport helped. heh. So anyway, I finally got to lay down and go to sleep. Only to sit straight up, sweating up a storm at 1:30am. I couldn’t figure out why until I realized the guy above me was taking a shower – water pipes were LOUD. And apparently he was really dirty, as this entire waking up suddenly because of the shower occurred again at 3 and 4:30. By this time, it was *finally* cooling down in my room. I was on the bottom floor so didn’t feel comfortable leaving the window propped open because there was no screen or anything, so I simply had to suffer. This was SPenard, the land of the crackheads and hookers, after all. So – blessed sleep at last, right? WRONG. THe fucking TRAIN goes by and blows it’s whistle repeatedly as it crosses Spenard at FIVE FREAKING AM!<\/p>\n
After *that* i finally got some decent sleep, only to have the asshole call at 7:30am to let me know he’d made it to pheonix layover. So I gave up, got up, showered, dressed and had time to hit Barnes and Nobel for breakfast and book browsing. Said book browsing also included the all important scoping out of where *my* book will be located when it is published. Rather nice company, I thought. So then I was ALL set to head out of town early when. well. Walmart. it was *right* there! And you can get things cheap at walmart! and I needed things! So! to walmart I went intending on spending 20 minutes and a little money and spending an hour and more money. hee. But got the kids some stuff they needed a pair of pants for me, and yeah. <\/p>\n