I left Austin for Denver on Sunday morning at 8:10am, which meant I had to wake up at about 5:00am so that I could be at the airport at about 6:45am. While I am never, EVER happy about waking up at 5:00am, this time it was all the more daunting because I was up until 2:30am the night before. You see, my dear friend Tracy was celebrating her 40th birthday downtown on Saturday night. Now, a reasonable person, knowing they had to be up at 5:00am, may have considered skipping the party, but, well...I don't skip parties. Especially parties that afford me the opportunity to celebrate the life of a treasured friend, hang out with some of my favorite people on the planet, and listen to The Spazmatics, the greatest 80's cover band in existence. I had a total, joyful BLAST, and am so glad I went! Above is a photo from Saturday night, a mere 5 hours before my morning alarm went off (from left to right, that's Tracy the birthday girl, me, Amy, and George).
Needless to say, I slept through my entire flight the next morning. I remember taxiing away from the gate, and the next thing I knew, I was awakened by the words, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now beginning our descent into Denver." There was an unopened bag of peanuts sitting on my tray table, which, of course, I had to immediately put in the locked and upright position.