Finally Amy called me; was I ready? Her meeting had run long, but I was ready and waiting. She picked me up and drove me to Anne & Bill's, and we all rode a taxi together to the airport. Whew! On our way!
Of course we had arrived a solid 2 hours before our flight to Dallas, which was fine with me. I would’ve just paced a hole in my carpet if I had waited any longer! Larry (Bill’s brother) met us in the airport, and I think he had an earlier flight to Dallas.
We four met back up in Dallas—Bill, Anne, and I were on the same plane, but Bill was seated across the plane from us. Larry had had time to walk approximately a mile before we arrived; it was a good idea to get a little exercise before being squished into a little plane seat for 10 hours or whatever.
After finding our gates and wandering around a bit, it was finally time for the boys to board their plane. They were flying to England for a couple days and then on to Germany, to retrace their father’s WWII POW footsteps. Interesting!
So we saw them off, and then we went back to our own gate and waited for us to start boarding—fortunately it wasn’t too long a wait by this time. The plane was crowded, which sucked—it meant we had no room to spread out at all! We were crunched into our little seats with all our crap, of course.
It was my first time eating actual airplane food, and it wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t too good either, but it was better than I had imagined. :) We both got the beef, and I couldn’t even tell you exactly what it was supposed to be. Roast, maybe? I dunno.
Then the movie came on at some point: The Devil Wears Prada, which I had already seen in the theater. Oh well. I had books to read, anyway. Anne and I each took a tiny portion of a sleeping pill to help us sleep. She seemed to sleep better than I did—I tossed and turned all night, it seemed.
Finally we landed in Paris. Yay! But lordy, I was tired.
