Last Monday, Bryan & I spent our FOURTH night apart as a betrothed couple, which we are quickly learning that we hate.
I left on Monday morning at 7 AM to train a new agency management system in one of the Leavitt agencies in California. Here's the fun part: I got to ride on Leavitt's private plane! I arrived at the hanger (yes, they also have a private hanger) that morning only to find the pilot cooking french toast casserole, hash browns, bacon, sliced strawberries, and orange juice. It was at that point that I realized the next 48 hours might not be so bad.
When we were ready to leave, we skipped security checks and baggage check-in and simply loaded our suitcases on as if we were loading them into the trunk of our own car and took off. We landed at the airport in California in the private driveway, took our own suitcases off, and went to the private glass suite for rich people to check our plane in where our rental cars were waiting for us with the trunks popped. After I stomped the red carpet back up, we arrived at our hotel.
My room had a king sized bed with six, count them, six memory foam pillows. After spending a fun birthday eve night with Ben, Kirsten, Lady, and Zzyyxx Intertia Snowball Squirts Tyrrel who were, like, seven miles away, I came back to the hotel and zonked out. Thank you, Tyrrel's for chauffering me around and letting me play! It was a blast! When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I realized that I had slept in about 1/8 of the king sized bed and used two pillows. I missed Bryan.
The training at the agency went well on both Monday and Tuesday. We finished working a little earlier than planned on Tuesday, so we simply alerted our pilot that we were ready to go. No waiting for a commercial flight for us. We drove to the secret private roadway/entrance at the airport, pulled our suitcases on, and flew away. Again, after the red carpet was rolled back up, I took my seat on the plane. This time, I was the co-pilot! I got to sit in the cockpit and wear the headphones with the microphone (to talk to the pilot) and push and pull some buttons! I even got to hear him get clearance for take off and all other pilot language that I didn't understand. "Niner, niner, 26, 34, Delta, V36, sixty eight, niner."




































