The Wesley Comedy Hour
Hello friends! Did you miss me?
I’m back from one of the most fun weekends I’ve ever had and
am starting to recover from the two day haze that followed.
So when I left you, I was en route to Sacramento with my love
and a big group of our friends for my friend Sofie’s birthday.
All people I have never traveled with.
Welcome to the danger zone.
But Wes wants you to know that the trip went off without a hitch.
If you don’t consider the crazy bumpy take off and landing of our trip home. If
my gasping very loudly every time we hit a bump isn’t a hitch, then the trip
was for sure hitchless.
I know Wesley wants me to tell you that the trip went great
because he has brought up the fact that I haven’t posted in a couple days more
than once now and then last night told me that my loyal readers need to know
what’s going on and that we didn’t kill each other.
If there are loyal readers out there other than the ones I currently
live with, then I am very sorry I kept you waiting. I didn’t mean to let you
think that Wes and I might have killed each other on the trip.
The trip up there was pretty seamless. At least it seemed that
way because I was… well… drunk.
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| Me and the ball and chain saving seats for our traveling partners. |
The flight home had all the makings for a disaster though.
Eight people had to be at the airport by five-thirty in the
morning in order to make two different flights. Which meant eight people had to
be ready and out the door by five in the morning. Oh yes, and there was one
bathroom. And most of us passed out intoxicated well after midnight. Oh, AND it
was raining cats and dogs.
Thankfully we all made it onto the plane in time. In time for
the comedy show.
I was unaware when I booked my ticket, but apparently the
Wesley Comedy Hour had come to town and was performing on OUR plane home. SOOOO
lucky.
Don’t get me wrong, Wes is a really funny guy. It is part of
the reason that I fell in love with him. But we spend so much time together
that I hear the same jokes over and over. And while others think they are knee
slappers, to me they are same old same old.
But watching him in action with a full audience of friends and
strangers had even me in stitches.
He literally had the entire back of the plane laughing out
loud. If their carry-ons weren’t stowed properly in the overhead compartments,
he might have been able to make a little money.
There was a segment on aviation, a blurb about pilots, and LOTS
of pop culture references and GOOD GOD I wish I had gotten the damn thing on
video for you.
No recap I could attempt would do it any justice.
In closing, Wes and I survived our first round of air travel
together. I would even call it a raging success.
Those who were seriously worried can rest easy knowing that a
plane flight was not the end of our relationship or our lives.
But there is always next time.
Love and Beer Floats
Angela