Up, Up & Away

Hey

How it?
Shh, Don't tell anyone, but I got in really, really late last night. So let us pretend I'm still away & don't have to go into work today, okay?

My plane in Minneapolis-St. Paul (yes, it seems that is now on the way to Vegas via Texas) was EARLY and left EARLY. Cool right? Err, No.
I wanted to shop while there. :(
Behold one blurry picture taken as I ran across the airport.

Cute, right?

I've been to this airport, mmm, maybe 5 times? It is super nice and has many good shops and I was planning on shopping while I was waiting for my connection, damn it! See, it is an excellent place to try on/buy warm clothes for European Escapes (err I mean trips) but instead I was that Crazy Lady running across the airport to catch plane...No time to shop, no time to pee.
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Run Forrest, Run!!!

Just started 4square

So just make it before they closed the airplane door! (Panting & eweee sweating; sorry, but true.)
Queue up & wait in line in breeze way. I should have known something was off.. Pilot was in cockpit & turned & waved to me from the plane window as I watched in line to board. I looked around (no one behind me WTF?!) and I waved back. 

Little did I know he was planning on leaving my luggage to hang out in Minnesota. 

Artistic dramatization (aka I drew on a wiki map!)

So away we go...
Last part of the trip over! Successfully flew across United States and I arrived back in Austin, Texas!
Yeah!
So depart from the plane, thinking it is good to be back in my "home airport," barely resisting the urge to immediately buy a taco in the airport, before I even get my bag. So with much self control I make my way to the baggage claim.

And wait & wait...

And wait..

Sounds of crickets & wait

And wait till everyone is gone, but me. #foeveralone Sadly, drag my backpack & go find airline office. Conveniently located behind a guitar, cause its Austin.  (Rolls eyes.)

So friendly, smiling guy informs me plane left early (duh, I was there) *__*
and bag did not. :(
He takes my info & explains a courier will bring my luggage to me.  
Sounds good so far, but wait for it...
​Because I live more than 75 miles away (Really? When did that happen?) that tracking would fall off grid after the courier left the 75 mile range. #WTF?

*Not my actual house.

Umm WHAT? When the fuck did I move to the Bermuda Triangle? We did have cell service, when I left home, before this adventure started I swear. What reality am I in? I'm still in America, right ?? Did something BIG happen while I was gone?? :o 


But by now I am so exhausted I just say "fine", and go buy a damn taco. I'm sure my dirty clothes will appreciate the extra time in St Paul to see the sights.  💼
Whatever.
Have fun -  I'm going back to the Bermuda Triangle, AKA Home now. ​

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Did I mention I added another 1,000+ miles since I ran through Minneapolis?

Yes, brain dead at this point. So I head off into what is now the Texas Bermuda Triangle...
A taco in each hand, luggage less. 

Now if I can just remember where I parted the truck??

And look we even have roads out here, lol
Later-