Since we've moved to Atlanta, we've had the opportunity to use public transportation on occasion. MARTA comes particularly in handy when headed to the airport. We've successfully used MARTA several times and TB jumped on that bandwagon. Quickly. Pretty typical TB.
He's always talking about what a great resource MARTA is for Atlanta and how quick and convenient it is to get to the airport.
How sweet. And naive.
Oh, how quickly things change. Our most recent MARTA experience made him fall off the bandwagon.
We were headed to Oregon to see my sister. Purchased our tickets, headed up the escalator and .... doh. Our train was just pulling away. No problem, we'll just wait for the next one. And wait. And wait. And wait. Wow, we were waiting so long that making our flight was going to be hard. TB frantically gets on his phone and pulls up the MARTA train schedule. He breaths a sigh of relief. The next train was scheduled to arrive in just a few minutes. A few minutes pass. And then many more minutes. And more......
Many curse words, a small argument, running through the airport, tears, several Delta workers, an oversized bag, hand sanitizer, several smelly people, bad seat selection, a mini meltdown and a lost favorite jacket later. We made our flight.
Stupid MARTA. Next time we'll be SMARTA about our MARTA ride. :)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tis the Season: Part 2
Our next wedding of the season required the use of a passport. I traveled down to the Dominican Republic to see my friend from graduate school, Monica, get married to Peter. Several of us went a few days early to enjoy the sun and relax.
The adventure started out a touch rough, as I almost wasn't allowed in the country.....
I was travelling alone. And sometimes I can be a bad traveler. TB had to stay behind and work, so I was going at this adventure by myself. The flight into the DR was smooth and even on time. As everyone deplaned, we were herded to a line where they checked our passports and then we were told to go see the cashier. The cashier? It seems that you have to pay to enter the DR. Not a huge deal, right. It was only $10.
Slight problem. In my rush to pack and get ready for this trip, I completely forgot to go to the ATM. And I didn't think the cashier took AMEX. I started frantically looking around the straw hut airport for an ATM. None in sight. As it's my turn to pay, I start digging in my purse for any pennies that may have gone astray. The cashier starts to look impatiently at me and all I can do is stare back in panic....... Awkward silence.
Luckily, there was a very nice gentleman in line ahead of me that must have recognized my panic and offered to pay my entry. I had to accept, or I would still be standing in line in the DR.
Aside from the small hiccup, the week was a blast and a gorgeous wedding to boot!
Me, Liz, Amanda and the Bride (Monica)
Here I am posing with TB. See - I even take pictures with him when he's not there.
There were very large bugs in the DR.......
The ceremony spot
Time to tie the knot! Notice her veil tied in a knot. It was out of control in the wind.
The Colombian Love Dance
The "cake topper" :)
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Tis the Season: Round 1
I love weddings and definitely appreciate them much more since we've had our own.
Our first wedding of the year was in Richmond, for our friends Matt and Kate. It was a great weekend, complete with a bluegrass band, southern plantation house, big white tent, garden, a train station, an injury, a great speech by TB, red velvet cupcakes and of course a little party in the USA.
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010
I think I'd like to be a back up dancer for Jimmy Buffett. Yes. I think that would work out well.
At our most recent concert with my folks, I noticed that Jimmy has two ladies who stand behind him, sway from side to side and snap their fingers. I can sway. And snap.
Now singing might be another story, but I could always lip synch that part.........
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