|Audrey and Grace Anne hold hands on takeoff|
So it all started around Thanksgiving time when Aimee and I first spoke about taking a trip....
Just kidding. But I do plan to get about 98 posts out of this, so get settled in.
Our flight down was blissfully uneventful. We flew Southwest, and Aimee and I scammed early boarding due to our special kids. Our seating game plan was for Aimee and Grace Anne to sit in the very last row with Audrey and I in front of them. We put the girls in the window seats and situated ourselves on the aisle, and the proceeded to look as annoying as possible so that no one would dare want to sit in our row. This is not difficult for me. But surprisingly enough, the plan never worked on any leg of our flights.
On our outbound flight, we had one of those stand-up comedian slash flight attendants that Southwest is so famous for. He was also extremely flamingly gay and said things like "Buckle your seat belt low and tight across your hips, like that Speedo you're about to try to squeeze into." After a loooong monologue that included allusions to hating children and Broadway musicals, he ended with this, "Just call me Big Daddy."
This was going to be a great trip.