I woke up early this morning and had breakfast by myself. Like most mornings, I had some juice, toast, ham, and cheese. After breakfast, I stopped by the front desk to see if I could get a late checkout or rent the room for half a day. Our flight wasn’t until 9PM, so Alice wanted to rest in the hotel room for as long as possible. 3PM was the latest checkout we could get, so that would have to do. We checked out of our room at 3PM but still had 3 hours to kill before our scheduled 6PM pickup for the airport. Good thing the hotel had a media room where we could hangout for a few hours before departing for the airport. While Alice rested, I ran over to the grocery store to pick up a bottle of gatorade for her.
Our taxi picked us up at 6PM, but I think the twenty minute ride to the airport made Alice’s nausea worse. I don’t know how she’s going to survive the 9 1/2 hour flight to Dallas. Alice wound up puking while we were in line to check in our bags. One of the airline workers saw this and recommended us not to take this flight. But Alice really wanted to go home, so there was nothing they could do to stop us. Airport security did confiscate our bottle of gatorade though. Darn TSA regulations.