To travel = to be irrate

Yesterday was NOT a day to remember. It started with me getting up early to go into work before leaving for Canada for my brother's graduation. There were a couple loose ends I wanted to tie up to ensure those WOW moments for our guests would really pull through. Upon arrival, I realized I had forgotten my passport. Great. Speed all the way home to get it after teaching, speed back to the airport, and jump on the plane. Buckle up, the plane rolls back. For me, the roll back of a plane is like a switch. Sleep. Peaceful.

Turbulence. Usually I am a solid character with it, but seeing as that Air France flight just recently disappeared over the Atlantic, I was a little apprehensive about flying. And of course, due to not so wonderful weather, we had many violent shake and bumps. My smashed against the window numerous times, so much so the lady sitting next to me became concerned. Finally I fell asleep to the all amazing Viva La Vida.

Customs in Toronto. No Problem. Squeezing my 24 of gingerbeer into my checked bag... not so easy. Find out my flight wasn't until 7pm, BUT get bumped to the 4.30 flight. Fantastic. Arrive in Montreal, get to the bus station with 10 minutes to spare. Of Course. there is a line of 50 people waiting to get tickets and Of Course, my interact card doesn't work in Canada, so no express ticketing for me. Fuming, I was, as I watched the 6:30 bus pull out that I definitely should be on.

Agitated and exhausted from the entire ordeal, I get my ticked for 8.30, sit and wait. Waiting leads to thinking. Wonderful. I forgot Dad's belt. I'm as good as road kill when I tell him. Get on the bus, get to Sherbrooke at 10.30.

Arrive at BCS this morning. It was all worth it.