I really like milking every second of my vacation, so I had scheduled a red eye flight for Friday night – in other words, ASAP. Unfortunately, the airline wasn’t in quite as much of a rush. My flight was delayed two hours, which isn’t that long in the grand scheme of things but felt like a long time to wait when I’d just rushed over to the airport after work and when I was so exhausted and eager to get on the plane to fall asleep.
When I went to grab dinner, I found that most options were fish-based and I wasn’t feeling very trusting of airport fish, so I had a cheeseburger (no pictures, but I’m sure you can use your imagination). Unfortunately, I spent the duration of my meal being forced to listen to the extremely loud girl next to me making fun of overweight people. That was fun. I came so close to saying something to her but decided an airport restaurant/ bar probably wasn’t a great place to pick a fight with a stranger.
Anyway, the night improved immensely a little later, when I fortuitously looked up and saw one of my friends, Mike! We ended up getting drinks at the same restaurant/ bar I’d just left. I got a small beer, figuring a little alcohol might help me sleep.
After an uneventful flight during which I (thankfully) I spent the entire time sleeping, I was so happy to see my Dad waiting for me at the airport. I also immediately told him, in my fairly drug-induced state (I was still kind of knocked out from the Tylenol PM I’d taken for the flight), that I wouldn’t hate it if we stopped at Starbucks.
Thankfully, he picked up on my subtle hints.
I treated my tastebuds (and my growling tummy) with a Soy Peppermint Mocha (just one pump of each syrup).
When I got home, my wonderful mother made me some eggs and toast. Clearly, she knows the way to my heart. 🙂
Lunch, a few hours later, was fresh rotisserie chicken on freshly baked bread with a little olive oil mayo (this is literally the only sandwich on which I like mayonnaise… isn’t that weird?) and some BBQ Pop Chips on the side.
Food just tastes better at home, you know what I mean?
I also had my mom’s new favorite drink, which is seltzer with a splash of pomegranate juice.
It was all kinds of awesome. Even more awesome? My mom had made my Grandma’s famous Czechoslovakian bars.
I am definitely going to have to make these and post the recipe. And you’ll thank me. Profusely.
Oh, and even more awesome than even those (delicious) bars? These faces:
So good to be home.