2 1\/2 Hours spent bouncing to (and consequentially, from)\u00a0the airport – thinking I was on my way to Gainsville, Florida to visit my best friend.\u00a0 I got up at 5am and headed there with Travelocity itinerary in hand.\u00a0 I was feeling footloose and fancy free – even at 530am – as I drove down I40.\u00a0 “Highway to the Danger Zone” even made a cameo on my radio and I couldn’t help but turn it up and marvel at the wonder that is Kenny Loggins.\u00a0 I get to the airport, park in long term parking, trudge through the cold rain and make it to the counter – rosy cheeks, shining grin and ready to check my bag. Carl, my friendly Delta clerk, can’t find my name in the computer. “Oh.\u00a0 I said.\u00a0 Well, Carl, here’s my itinerary.\u00a0 Better check again.\u00a0 Thanks”.\u00a0 He looks at the schedule on my paper.\u00a0 He looks at the computer.\u00a0 He looks at my crumpled paper again.\u00a0 “Uhhh. Honey.\u00a0 The reservations on your itinerary say DECEMBER 9th-11th.\u00a0 It’s November”.\u00a0 Fuck Travelocity, I thought.\u00a0 Bastards.. How dare THEY screw up my plans!\u00a0 I cursed them all that day.\u00a0 After several glasses of wine with friends that night – I finally had to face the fact that in my haste to snag a good deal on the website, I adsent mindedly was punching in dates on the little calender icon in December, not November. Score one for the beast of absent minded mommyhood.\u00a0 Gah.<\/p>\n