Okay, so when we left off we were playing in the snow on Thursday night and I was about half-packed for a Saturday departure.
Friday morning I was having a dream that I was watching Sports Center and then I realized it was my alarm, and then I realized it wasnt my alarm, it was my phone. Funny how your brain can do all that in the space of 15 seconds. (My ring tone is the Monday Night Football theme, hence the sports center I suppose). It was 6 a.m. so I put on my best Im awake voice and answered, learning that YES! My office was to be closed all day. Woo-hoo!

That has to be the best thing ever, to get a free day off at the beginning of your vacation.
When I got up, I finished all my packing before Tony (DH) got home from work and picked up wine to go with our dinner (the streets were actually fine by noon or so). We had planned to celebrate Valentines Day on Friday night because I would be out of town on the actual day. And last year, which was the first Valentines Day we were married, he managed to forget entirely. He wont make that mistake again.

For some reason I was in the mood for NY pizza (plus, that would save us time from either going to a fancy place or cooking at home) so we had pizza and a nice chianti. No fava beans though. Then we had champagne (Veuve Clicquot, my favorite) and chocolate covered strawberries for dessert and watched the opening ceremonies for the Olympics.
Now, I knew I would have to get up early the next day but my start time kept getting pushed earlier and earlier. See, I had originally scheduled a 7:30 flight to Orlando, direct from DFW. Cheap and easy and its the one my husband and I took this past summer. Then the airline decided to change that flight from 7:30 a.m. to 7 a.m. Donna paid for a car service to take us to the airport as neither of us really wanted to deal with Tony at 5-something a.m. To say he is not a morning person is an understatement, so even though he offered, we decided to take the town car. Its one that Donna uses frequently.
The plan was that the guy would pick her up first at around 5:15 and then they would come get me. But about 9 pm, Donna called with two changes. First, the roads were going to be bad in the morning so the driver wanted to do the pick up at 5 instead of 5:15. I tried to tell her that the roads wouldnt be bad, but given that I had insisted it wouldnt snow two days prior, she didnt believe me.

Imagine that?

Anyway, it was really the car drivers decision. They were predicting freezing fog, which doesnt even make any sense. If the fog was frozen you wouldnt be able to walk through it would you?
The more worrying issue was that he decided he wanted to pick me up first because she is closer to the highway. This is true, and makes perfect sense except that our condo is really hard to find. The best way I can describe it is to tell you that I live on a dead-end road where the dead-end is two-thirds of the way down the road, and I live on the other side of it. Theres a wall, and most people dont know that if you go around the block you can continue on down that same street. Donna assured me that the guy lived close by and knew exactly where I was and would be there at 5 a.m. on the dot. I made sure to get a good description of the driver from her since I hadnt met him before. It wasnt until after we hung up that I realized not many men in a nice uniform and a town car would be likely to ring doorbells at 5 a.m. looking for a house to rob.
With that we finished watching the opening ceremonies and went to bed...it was probably around 11:30. I was a little nervous about whether I would get up on time but laid out my clothes and set the alarm for 4:40 (wanting every second of sleep I could get).
Next: would I oversleep? Would the driver show up? Would the plane show up, for that matter, or would it be stopped by frozen fog?
Oh, and, hopefully, pictures!