It’s been a crazy last few days! I managed to squeeze in a quick trip to Minnesota to see my family, a concert, and (obviously) some shopping. The flight from San Diego to MSP was uneventful, other than an unexpected seatmate at the airport while I waited for my flight:
My flight even landed 20 minutes early, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, there was traffic on I-35, so I enjoyed another one of my holiday traditions while I waited for my dad and brother to pick me up:
Although I am a regular patron at Starbucks, my heart belongs to Caribou Coffee. I love that they have a daily trivia question that gets you 10 cents off of your drink if you get it right! Sadly the closest location is *not* in my hometown and nowhere near San Diego, but I guess it just makes it even more special, right? Speaking of special…
[the view from our deck]
The weather was incredibly warm over the holiday – it was mid-upper 50s both days I was there, which was a huge change from last year, when I flew in over a blanket of snow. I used to try to sneak out onto our deck in high school and surreptitiously tan myself before my grandma would catch me and yell at me about the importance of maintaining light skin so that no one would mistake me for a peasant. Gotta love my old-school grandma. Another piece of wisdom from gran: Two lions cannot rule one mountain. I’ll just let you think about that for a while As for the actual food holiday itself, it was full of family, and, in true Asian tradition, electronics.
And no visit home is complete without an obligatory photo of our beloved house cat, Frisky:
The flight home was much less awesome than the flight to Minneapolis. Not only did they oversell the flight, but when I went to check in the night before and was instructed to “select my seat,” ALL of the options were marked “unavailable” unless I wanted to pay $25 for the privilege of having a place to sit (spoiler alert: I didn’t) so I showed up to the airport with no assigned seat. When I got to the gate, there was a high school dance team running around and being teenage girls.* To make things even worse, when I went to go ask about a seat, the gate agent said “we’re still trying to figure that out.” Just as I felt my inner Grinch rearing its ugly head, I heard those magic words: “Passenger Woo please report to the counter.” 35 minutes later, I was Team Exit Row and seated in front of a super-cute and shockingly well-behaved toddler who slept for most of the flight and was happy to look at pictures of my cats when we got to the gate. Yessssss.
[juice box wine!]
Even when I don’t have food in my refrigerator, I have wine
Hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving! Back to work tomorrow.
*Please note I have nothing against high school dance teams; in fact, I was on mine until I got sidelined by a knee injury (whoo Faribault Emeralds!) but I was in a horrible mood by the time I got to the airport that day.