What is it about trips and the Tater?

To start off this whole ordeal...

Tuesday night...
It's late... we are trying to get things packed up and what not and we try to relax in front of the TV because that's just what we tend to do... plus... you know "can't sleep too excited"... it's about 2AM and we are both on the couch... suddenly out of the corner of my eye I see something move on the carpet... so I focus in on it... and it's scorpian and it's heading for my foot. I move up on the couch and my wife gets up and gets some chopsticks and comes back and picks it up and I open the door for her and she throws it out into the parking lot. She then gets back into the house and nearly throws up from the stress that it just caused her and I both. We went to bed shortly there after after checking the sheets throughly for other such creatures.

Wednesday....
We get up and run out and gets some supplies for the trip... we come back and my mom is at the house ready to take us to Phoenix... we take the trip up and stop at In-n-Out Burger... good ish yo..... Then it's off to the Airport. The plane leaves about 4:50 but its only 2:30 and we are just waiting for the plane in the terminal. Mom is already on her way home... 4:30 rolls around and we all pile into the plane... there's an odd noise... it sounds like a air wrench that they use on tires at the garage. It goes off about every 3 seconds or so... we all sit down and wait... after about 30 minutes the pilot comes on and tells everyone that the computer is not responding so they are going to reboot the machine "like you would do you home PC", which means we have to turn off the plane and turn it back on again... 30 minutes pass and the plane goes dark and the sound goes away... then comes back... the woman next to me says that the noise is not a "software" problem because software doesn't make noises like that... after being in the plane now for almost an hour and half they take us all off and send us to another gate to get on another plane... this is the next plane out so they are putting us all on it and putting the people who were supposed to be on the next flight on with us... some people in the next group were just plain ass out as we filled the plane... mind you this is the first leg of our trip... this plane is supposed to take us to San Francisco and then we get on another one to Seattle... needless to say we left Phoenix in a different plane and it was 3 hours later than we should have left... we landed 20 minutes after our connecting flight had left... this put us on the next flight out... which was scheduled for 10:35 mind you we were supposed to be in seattle by 10:35 if all the flights were on time... so we sat in the San Fran airport awhile... wouldn't you know it... the 10:35 plane was held up in Texas due to weather which meant that it was late getting to us... which meant that we didn't leave San Fran till 12:30 in the AM... we didn't get to Seattle till 3:00AM which is when we got to pick up our car... Thank God Dollar was good, fast, and didn't rip me off. Got to the hotel at 4:00AM... and crashed...

Thursday... or what's left of it anyway....
Get a call from my Wife's step dad... this is at 10:45 AM... he says that if we hurry on up to lake watcom we can get in a boat ride on his little boat... so we get up and go... there I get to meet J and his wife C. C is dressed in a white sun dress and holding a beer... She turns out to be quite a bitch... sort of a prissy white trash... the boat doesn't start... J messes with it a while... meanwhile all the gas is leaking and giving me quite a buzz and headache... finally we go out on the water... it's a nice place... the bitch has a bitch as well... it tried to bite me after I pet it for 10 mintues... WTF?
What is it about boats that bring out the rednecks? I mean it's the only place people think it's okay to drink and drive... we got back and went over to J's house to tool around and see where my wife grew up for a few years... some of the places were gone... seems that in Washington they tend to just leave things where they died... for example a car that was dead... just leave it where it was parked... soon the grass will cover it up and no one will be the wiser. If a place burns down just leave the area, build a new house yards away... anyway... the bitch made dinner... it was basically hamburgers and some garden corn... which was damn good corn... and then it was off to Canada... seems the border agents want your birth certificate or passport really bad these days... guess problems since 9-11 and the things in London are causing us to rethink our border policies... get to Bo and Ba's house... nice big house... with some horses in the back... this is the place of the wedding... we drop off our stuff in a room we will be staying at... no curtians on the window... kind of un nerving... anyway... off to Vancover to drop Au off and get to see the groom to be (D) and his fellow Groomsmen... all with very different Canadian Accents... there's the Stoner... the surfer... and the geek... the geek appears to know about everything... about 2:00 AM we head back to Surry and the Ranch house... long day... sleep till 11:00AM

Friday...
in the next post...