Moving on now to the wedding weekend festivities! This will be a multi-part series much like the Bachlorette posts. Hang tight as I go from start to finish on this second and final piece to a wonderful ride!
My girlfriend is getting married! I’m sure I’ve said that before, but have I mentioned how long I have known this incredible woman?
20 years! She was a bridesmaid in my wedding, now I will be one in hers in three shirt days! I’m so excited and cannot wait to get to Colorado to get this long weekend, second time off the East Coast started!
I don’t travel much; mostly because my husband is terrified of flying, but I somehow got him on this plane! It was pulling teeth, but his love for me and our friend got him here.
I booked us on Southwest for a couple of reasons. One, in school I have completed many an analysis on the company at large and found their devotion to the customer and their employees to be admirable and worthy of my business. And two, they were the only nonstop flight with planes large enough to even be considered by husband to board. I purchased the tickets at a decent price, and their two free checked bags, one carry-on, and a personal item sealed the deal on my happiness.
And then we started the boarding process, and the gate attendants announce that with Southwest, you can pick your seat. Initially, this sounds great, but as we slowly make our way onto the plane, it’s clear my husband and I will not be sitting together.
He’s scared if flying, I’m stressed we won’t be able to sit together, and here we are in the aisle of the plane looking for seats. We move past the first ten rows just as the flight attendant comes over the intercom to say, “if you’ve passed a seat in the first fifteen rows, you’ve already passed your seat.”
Every seat we’ve passed has been a single seater. I look to the next five rows, and I find two center seats on either side of the row. I turn to the guy on my left and ask if he would mind moving over to the empty seat on the other side so my husband and I could sit together. He sucks his teeth and says, “I don’t want to.”
Now, I’m not sure if this I am just being emotional because I’m worried about him, stressed we won’t be sitting together, and just feeling deflated and defeated, but I started to cry right then.
I asked him to please let me in, so I could sit in the empty seat as my husband filled in a center seat across the aisle. If you know me, you know I don’t cry, like ever, but for some reason, my eyes welled up and tears ran down my cheeks.
As I sit in this aisle seat, there is a woman on the other side of me next to the window and every time I look out, she covers my view with her newspaper.
And now turbulence!
Is this a typical experience, and my Austin was abnormal? Or am I just making up the ease of that journey in this one?