Strangely, I woke up the next morning 15 minutes before my alarm. Not in that oh-my-god-Im-going-to-miss-the-plane panic that I usually have, either. I just woke up as if 5-ish hours of sleep was good enough.

I actually stayed in bed for about five minutes before I decided that was moronic and went ahead and got up and dressed. I went to kiss my husband goodbye at about 4:55 so I could go wait downstairs and he decided to get up and wait with me.
Usually car services are early, so I looked outside but he wasnt there. 4:59, I go to the bathroom (I HAVE to go to the bathroom before I leave my house, even if Im just going to the gas station or something. Its my dads fault - childhood programming). So when the driver still wasnt there at 5:03, I was getting a little worried both about whether he was going to show up and whether I had enough time to pee again.
Just then, the phone rang. Sure enough, the guy didnt know where my house was, so I explained to him about the dead end in the middle of the road and he said hed be there shortly. He showed up around 5:12 (and yes, I did pee again, if that was keeping you in suspense). Good thing he changed the time from 5:15 to 5:00, huh? Oh, and the roads were fine. This was great, of course, except that it prevented me from learning about freezing fog. Turns out this guy wasnt Donnas regular driver and he didnt know where her house was either, so I gave him directions and we were on our way. Luckily he did know where the airport was and we had plenty of time.

Security wasnt too bad, although I did get patted down which was a first. I mean, I went through the machine fine and they still patted me down from the waist up. I think it was because I had a bulky sweatshirt on.
We stopped to get water at a little store by our gate and there were these two guys in there ribbing each other on about who made them late. The one would say, Im going to tweet about how slow you are and the other answered Im going to tweet that you were the one who wasnt downstairs at the hotel this morning when I got there.

They went back and forth a few times and I couldnt help it, I was right behind them and I said Im tweeting about you both right now actually. We got into a conversation with them about football (I had on my Cowboys shirt and they were Giants fans) and the security lady. The one guy told me that the lady asked him why he was sweating. I thought he was kidding but Donna said no, she was there and she heard it. The guy was going on and on joking about how he didnt appreciate being made fun of for his glandular problem. He was a little overweight, but not much. He had about four layers of clothes on which was probably why he was sweating. I just thought it was odd - did the lady think he was going to say, Im just so nervous about this bomb I have in my underwear?
We get to the gate and Donna decides to go off in search of food just as theyre starting to board. This lady tells her there is a Burger King at gate 15 (we are at gate 30 or so) and its not that far. Donna leaves, and just as Im thinking 15 gates sounds a little far at DFW the lady says, its only about 3 or 4 blocks.

Seriously? It was all I could do to keep from snort-laughing out loud. Four
blocks might be a little far when they are boarding your plane. I just smiled and took my xanax instead (I have to take it to fly). But no worries, Donna Sue got back just as I was going to go find her and we settled in on the plane. Donna fell asleep practically before take off and I ordered a bloody mary. After a while Donna woke up and thought my bloody mary looked good, so I ordered another one to keep her company. One xanax and two bloody marys and that flight was just fine, thanks.

(Its only about 2 hours anyway).
We got to MCO, stopped for a quick cigarette

and then went downstairs for our first trip on
I really didnt expect these chapters to be so long - I promise there will be more pictures in the next one! (Note to self: in future, take pics starting when leaving house). Thanks to everyone for reading anyway!
Up next: Im not sure thats what they meant by magical.