I drove up to Decatur on Wednesday afternoon, to spend the night. So I could get up really, really early on Thursday morning to get to the ATL for an 8:30 flight, with F. to Austin. She has a friend from her high school days who is getting married this weekend. We had expected there would likely be a problem with getting through excessive lines with TSA, as most people who are not getting paid to show up for work, tend to not show up. And since those' juveniles' we elected to act like responsible adults in Congress are still dragging their inefficient feet, at the far end on the immature adolescent scale, I was prepared (brought two books!) to stand in line for however long it took to get through and down into the 'rabbit hole' to trek to the concourses.
It was not so bad, and we got to our boarding location in time. Not 'ample' time, due to my extra stop at the facilities, so we were the last ones on. Meaning my suitcase went all the way to the back end of the cylinder. Which meant that I had to wait till everyone else de-plane-ed before I could get my belongings out of the overhead bin up in the tail-feathers of the bird. And uneventful flight.
There was a rental car awaiting at ground transportation. You know: everyone not only has a camera in their pocket, but most also have GPS parked in there as well. There has been little problem maneuvering around the city. You might remember that Austin in the capitol of Texas? Not nearly the metropolis that some of the other cities like Ft. Worth-Dallas and Huston, but big enough for the folk who learned how to drive on dirt roads to easily get misplaced.
On Thursday night, we were invited to go with females to a bachelorette party. At a little restaurant that served Argentinian food. Interesting crowd. Music supplied to assorted dining couples and families by a pair playing guitar and accordion. I just love accordion players and the music they make! Not including this person who was twice the age of all the other attendees, there were a dozen friends of the bride there, to laugh, reminisce, celebrate the occasion. A sweet evening to remember.
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