I am so incredibly irked at Northwest Airlines and their malfunctioning air carriers right now! Rage-filled, am I!

Last week, we (somehow) arrived at the airport in Montgomery on time, only to discover that Northwest had cancelled our flights and rebooked the next day at dawn's early light. We spontaneously decided to drive two hours further, to Atlanta, because we are nothing, if not a family bonded together by spontaneous road trips. Two of our rescheduled tickets were upgraded to first class, which made the extra travel more tolerable. Free drinks and extra-large leather seats go a long way.

Quin-la-palooza was fantastic, and Patrick stayed an extra week in Michigan bonding with my parents. I was driving up to Montgomery to pick him up tonight, when he called to tell me his flight had been cancelled. I'm all for adventure and spending quality time apart, but stranding my 18-year old son in Memphis, Tennessee? Irreprehensible.

When they say "it's not the destination, but the journey",  I'm guessing they never flew Northwest Airlines.


Southern Branch of the AuSable

We're headed to Michigan for a family reunion this weekend, sponsored, hopefully, by Budweiser and Jack Daniels. Smooth travel eludes me - I usually get speeding tickets or miss flights - but today I'm having to factor in an additional two family members. Patrick has video games and battery chargers in his bag, but I'm guessing gave no thought to toothpaste or clean underware. Tiffany, on the other hand, is deathly afraid to fly and probably hasn't packed yet because it causes anxiety. We're picking her up along the way - let's hope she's out of bed, and the Xanax has kicked in. One day I would like to be the spontaneous, carefree passenger, not stressing the planning, costs or execution of a trip. Details, bah!

I couldn't decide which of my ex-boyfriends to ask to stay in my house while I was away, so I hired a certified Pet Sitter to come over twice each day to take care of the crew, get the mail and water the plants. Peace of mind only costs $17/day.

[Like a Rolling Stone - Jimi Hendrix Experience]


Just hear that whippoorwill

Montgomery, Alabama is 1-1/2 hours away, and, unfortunately, also the location of the nearest Audi dealer for servicing my car (don't ask me what I was thinking when I bought the damn thing. If my brain was an 8-cylinder, I'm regularly only firing up 2 when it comes to important decisions. But, hey, at least I don't think with a penis).

When I informed my personal auto dealer, Mitch, that the "check engine" light was on, he said, "Oh, don't worry about that, baby. I'll have one of my drivers take it up to Montgomery for service and give you a loaner in the meantime."

I should feel guilty about such preferential treatment, but...well...I don't!

[Midnight in Montgomery - Alan Jackson]


Zen and the Art of Graduation

Patrick's graduation took place without incident, mostly because I was the perfect pseudo-adult when interacting with Ed and his father as we stood outside on my driveway for fifteen minutes discussing auto maintenance. I had told him that he could bring his live-in girlfriend if he wanted, that's how much I was over him, but he wisely chose not to.

Three-day BamaJam is headed to my small Alabama town for three days. Included in the line-up are Hank Williams Jr., ZZ Topp, Lynrd Skynrd and a crapload of other country music stars. I'm not sure, but I don't think I could care less.

[This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads]