sighness. lemme break it down for you. 7:30AM up, showered, dressed, let's go to EPCOT! 8:30 out the door and on the road..at some point we stop for hashbrowns at mcdonald's 10is..we arrive at the park-glee!! what to do first!we take pictures, play games, send virtual postcards, etc. it is a fun day! 11 adrian calls and informs that he will be unavailable because he has to have lunch with his french class. oui oui! we ride all the cool rides and TOTALLY take on the rolls of stressed-out fighter pilots while we try to land our X2 Fighter on that MissionSpace ride...or Mars Mission, whatever. We tour the different countries and enjoy norway and mexico. i am denied funnel cakes in america. 1pm we wait for adrian. our plane leaves in one hour 1 30 where is adrian! our plane leaves soon!!! 2something...parking in the airport is a bitch..where do we go to pick up our tickets?! (we have etickets) 2 40 we miss our flight. they hook us up with another flight...we have to wait for hours, but we get onboard and are whisked off to our destination.. 8 or 9pm...we've arrived in the wrong destination...what!? we're about 60 miles away from where we're supposed to be, they come to pick us up..it takes a couple hours. they arrive- it's around 11. this sucks. this sucks. this sucks. we finally get home. go to bed. sleep. sleep. sleep. great flight, eh? we flew in a beechcraft. if i stretched my arms out, i can touch BOTH sides of the plane. it's tiny and there were 19 people on it. a full plane. Laurel Hill is a small town where there is ONE restaurant and the town mascot is [trumpets, please] the Hobo. yes. a hobo. a homeless man with a bundle attached at the end of a stick, thrown over his shoulder. i'm not even kidding. it was great. we also saw a barn that a midget had built. it was tiny. there are no mcdonalds in the town. there is nothing. there are no neighbors. no one can hear you scream. heh heh. anyway, that day is fun. sunday, we fly back, on the way- we find that our flight has been cancelled. what else is new. sigh. so ok, they throw us on a flight to tampa and say a shuttle will pick us up and DRIVE us to orlando. at this, i laugh. thank goodness kevin happened to be in town for the buc's game. so he picks us up at the airport and jets us to the orl airport where adrian's car is. on the way, we deconstruct the story that plays out on the hit broadway show "wicked." it's fun. i'm glad to be home. i'm tired. i'm full (i ate so much!). but i'm so happy to be home. simpsons is on and it's time to go. got class tomorrow- 6:30 is when the alarm goes off. yippee. hope your weekend was as fun as mine. but less frustrating! g'ah. :) if i can figure it out, i'll stick some pictures up here...somehow