I woke up around 7 am, and used Doug's computer to check my email while watching local news. He had to go off to work for a little while, but returned around 9. We went and ate and then went to Beyond Comics, where we hung out for awhile and I browsed and picked out a few books to purchase, such as the reprints of Grant Morrison's Doctor Who comics. I also picked up the Doctor Who Special: In their Own Words vol. 6; which I've recently finished reading. This is probably what's led me to my current wikipedia reading of all the Doctor Who episode entries, and I also enjoyed it so much I order volumes 2-5 as well (I can't find volume 1!)
I had arranged to meet an old roommate and friend from college for lunch; we hadn't seen each other in years. He looked pretty much the same, albeit sporting a balding spot now, and we spent a few hours catching up before he had to leave for work. Doug and I then made our way back to his house, then spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around Market Street. We found a cute little candy store where I bought some treats for my flight back (it was hard to stop buying!) and dropped in at the local Civil War Hospital museum. The tour, unfortunately, would have taken longer than we had time to spend, so I added it to my list of things to do properly my next trip when I had more time. We also stopped in a nice little thrift store, where Doug found some albums and board games to add to his collection, and I found a hard cover Nancy Drew novel to add to mine. It was getting late and Doug had to go to rehearsal. I elected to stay behind and go to sleep early, as I was planning on leaving around 2 am to head to the airport for my flight out.
2 a.m. arrived more quickly than I was really ready for. I got dressed, said my goodbyes to the cats, gathered my luggage and slipped out as quietly as the old sticking front door would allow, which wasn't very. As I loaded up my rental car, I caught movement in the second floor window and looked up to see Dave looking down from the kitchen. I waved goodbye and he did as well, a little sadly it seemed. I was sad too, but also glad to be heading home. I was ready for this trip to be over.
I ate a quick breakfast at Denny's before hitting the road. My mapquest directions to the airport had me taking back roads through Virginia; I got lost once when the directions weren't clear enough on what direction I should turn, but ended up at the airport at around 4:30. The car rental area wasn't opened yet, so I amused myself by listening to the radio, trying to get Yahoo Messenger to work on my cell phone, and doing everything I could to not be impatient. Finally shortly after 5 the area opened and I was able to return my car and take the shuttle to the airport.
My trip through security went smoothly; I had been dreading that they would search my luggage as my carryon was packed so tightly that I did not know how I would ever return its contents to their proper place if it was opened prematurely. I found a smoking lounge, had a few smokes, bought a coffee, scoped out the other airport residents, and finally boarded my plane for the flight back to Wyoming. In the air, I amused myself by reading the Nancy Drew novel, realizing as an adult now that most of her mysteries were solved more by dumb luck than any real detective work, and that Nancy did an awful lot of breaking and entering. I played with the in-flight video trivia game, neatly beating all other participants. I also purchased a snack container in a clever box that opened in a spiral to give to Andy when I returned.
The plane arrived in Salt Lake City about 10 minutes late; I was nervous because my next flight left in less than an hour. We then proceeded to sit on the tarmac for another 20 minutes before reaching our gate. My nervousness wasn't helped by an extremely full bladder. I knew I would have to go to the other end of the airport to make my next flight, which was on a smaller commuter airline. I ran the entire way, dragging my carryon luggage, and dashed into the last restroom before my next gate. Just as I was walking in, they announced final boarding for my flight. I sighed, pushed all thoughts of urination out of my head, and sprinted for my gate, making it just in time.
While I don't remember much about my flights (I'm fairly certain I slept from Salt Lake City to Casper) one nice thing about both flights was that the seat next to me was empty. Always a great way to fly!
We touched down in Casper, and I hurriedly left the airplane, eager to see Andy again. He was nonchalantly waiting for me outside the gate area, and casually said hello, although I could tell he was glad to see me as well.
We went to Hardees for lunch, and he asked me if I was in a hurry to get back to Lander. I immediately knew what he was up to. I told him i was really worn out from the trip, and was kind of looking forward to getting home again, especially since I needed to work the next day, a Friday. I hadn't intended to, but before I left, my boss had dragged out of me my actual return day and made me promise to come in. Andy said that it would be a shame to be in Casper and not go to our favorite strip club, confirming my suspicions.
I knew there would really be no way to dissuade him, so I made a few calls to arrange for asia_sky
to look after Ike for me that night; Andy made arrangements with the local Best Western for a room for the night, we checked in and he started watching a movie and eating his snack pack while I took a nap.