Our trip started out with a FULL day of traveling . . . we saved $80 or something, and thought it was worth it at the time. We get to Denver, which is an almost 2 hour drive to Cheyenne at about 10:45 pm. We waited for over 30 minutes, and my bag never came. I started crying because I'm tired and I don't have ANY of my stuff while Andrew files a claim with Southwest. They tell us the bag is probably on the next flight and will be delivered the next morning. Not quite! The airport probably had our phone number memorized by the time I got my bag TWO POINT FIVE DAYS LATER. Because I have the greatest mom in the entire world, I had clothes and toiletries and what not to make it through whilst waiting for my bag. Lesson learned? Carry-ons are more than worth the pain in the arse they are having to carry them around the airport.
It's been ONE year since I've seen my family, and I was very excited to be able to go home this Christmas. For Andrew, the best part of visiting Cheyenne is making fun of some, ok most, of the people who live there. He found the epitome of the Cheyenne scum in the parking lot at the mall. *the following information is slightly vulgar and is not intended for younger audiences* There was a very young (18-20 range) couple walking to their car. She was pushing a stroller and was probably 7-8 months pregnant. The guy was wearing jeans halfway down his butt, had a hat on sideways with a cigarette sticking out of his ear, and was wearing a shirt that said, "Things that make my dick hard." NOT KIDDING. Andrew was laughing so hard he couldn't control himself. Now I'm sure these people can be found just about anywhere in the world, but it's always funny when someone/something lives up to its stereotypes.
Despite previous events, we had a great time with my family. We're still adjusting to the whole two parents living in two different houses thing, but someday the holidays will be normal again. We didn't bring our camera, and therefore did not get many pictures, EXCEPT for some really stupid, funny game we made up at the dinner table at my dad's house. We had sparkling cider with our dinner and instead of drinking it like normal, civilized people, we made a drinking game out of it. Leave it up to two Mormons and two underaged siblings to make a drinking game out of some sparkling cider. The challenge was to put the entire rim of the champagne glass in your mouth and drink the cider in the glass faster than the other person. It took Kale and Andrew two glasses and about 5 minutes to finish the challenge. Jessi and I? About 30 seconds.
