Many moons ago, when the kids were tiny, Mr.4444 and I rarely got to spend any time together, let alone away from home, so one year, when the Canadian company he worked for decided to fly salesmen and their wives in for the company Christmas party (no wonder they went bankrupt) I was thrilled. A party?! With grown-ups?! In Canada?! How glamorous is that?! I suddenly found dealing with baby spit-up and poopy diapers almost charming, since I had a lovely trip to look forward to.
In the days leading up to the trip, Mr.4444 had to go on ahead (probably a sales meeting or something). No problem--I was a big girl and could fly out on my own. I cheerfully made preparations for my flight and shopped for a great outfit to wear (I had to make a good impression on the boss and his wife, right?!)
Finally, the day arrived that I was to fly out, only so had a blizzard, in Green Bay. Perfect. Okay, okay--There'd still be time if I flew out the next morning. I left the kids with Grandma and Grandpa 4444 (thrilled to have them, of course!) and drove myself to the airport the next day.
In a par-for-the-course kind of way, the airline was having trouble starting the plane in the cold weather. Now, most people would have turned around and gone home upon learning that they would have to "jump-start" the plane, but not me--I was going to Canada, damn it! I didn't care if they had to push the plane; I was leaving! And finally, I got there, just in time to throw my suitcase on the bed, throw on my party outfit, and shrug at my travel-hair.
The work party was...well, a work party, a Christmas party in which I got to hear Canadians talk funny (JK) . I also had the extreme pleasure (not) of trying to argue with an ignorant mother who was appalled that I would ever suggest that she live in The States.
"Are you kidding me?! Over my dead body would I move to the U.S. I don't want my kids getting shot in school! They bring guns to school there, you know!"
Um, yeah. I know. I live there, and teach there, as a matter-of-fact, but I've never once had to wear my bullet-proof vest to school. Never mind...
Anyway, the party was fun, but short. The next morning, I had to catch my flight back home. (Of course, getting back to my house/chores/kids was uneventful.)
The next time that Mr.4444 and I had a plan to rendezvous in a foreign country was when he had a sales meeting in Las Vegas. My flight out was scheduled for Tuesday, September 12, 2001.
Of course, we all know how that one turned out.
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