farting is such sweet sorrow

 i'm not gonna lie, we did not want to wake up, but unfortunatley, we woke up.

damn it

we were mostly packed up, but had a bit to go, got our shit all together, and i texted Tassos to make sure he was on the way.  we headed down the lobby to wait and douche guy at the desk was douchey to us so i just ignored him.  at one point JW said, is Tassos coming?  and i said, dunno.  So I called him, and it sounded like Tassos was in the middle of somethinng.  It was nearly 6, and Tassos said something had come up and he would send another cab.  I was worried.

6:05 the other cab showed up.  and he rushed us to the airport.  nice guy.  we arrived to find a hellish scene of hundreds of people standing in line to check bags.  we had bags to check. fuck.

so we waiting in line and it went fast and got our bags checks, boom.

then we walked to security and got through security.  boom.

then we got on a flight to brussels, and boom.

then we looked for waffels and found no waffels, and i ate a terrible plastic wrapped waffle, fuck.

then we boarded our flight to DC, premium economy bitches, i watched a few movies, and the dinner was meh, and nobody slept, and it went rather fast, then we were in DC

in dc we had 3 hours to kill so we went to a terrible bar and had 5 wings and a salad for 90 bucks.

guh.

and then finally boarded our flight to KC and it went super fast as well, though by now my back was KILLING ME, and my legs were weirding out, but we touched down, got our bags and JWs friend Laura picked us up and home we went where we unloaded shit and went to bed.

the end.