Friday, January 13, 2012

The journey begins. And a birthday.

Jonnie turned thirty on Thursday. 
Here he is, in all his glory.
About all that gear he's rocking?
Don't ask! The child is incorrigible.

He got a bag of Lindor truffles, some cash, a kiss, and a cake from his Mom.
Buttermilk cake with whipped cream mousse frosting.
Drool if you want.

If I didn't know better, I would say he loves his Squeaker more than anything else in the world.

On second thoughts, maybe I don't know better.

As for me and Dear Dolly, we're on our way.
With all our eleven-plus bags

And here we sit in Terminal 4 at Fort Lauderdale Airport, waiting for our early-morning check-in.

A not-very-helpful Haitian porter transported our bags about twenty yards to the shuttle, for which he earned a very handsome (in retrospect) tip.
When we got to Terminal 4 and were off-loaded (with no ceremony) by the Haitian driver (You're killing me, he said) we sat on a bench by the curb in the balmy night air, collecting ourselves and planning a strategy for the night. Our check-in tomorrow is at 3:30am, so we needed to find a place to hang out. We were feeling thrifty after the porter thing, so decided to hunt down some abandoned carts.
Did you know that airport carts cost $4 each nowadays?
Daylight robbery!
After having no luck taking turns wandering the parking lot, we stalked a couple of people with carts and nabbed them (the carts) as soon as they were alone.
Score for us!

If you haven't seen middle-aged women celebrating free luggage carts at the airport, you haven't seen jubilation.
Trust me on that.


  1. Happy Birthday to Jonnie! Hope the trip goes well and I'll be waiting for pictures and updates!

  2. I assume you nabbed the carts and not the people. ;-)

  3. You're on your way. Godspeed! And happy birthday to your boy.