Homeword Bound

Last Sunday was your typical lazy day filled with football. Of course the one day that I didn’t want to spend outdoors, it didn’t rain at all. My friend’s Scott and Walter came over to Steve’s, and we watched both games. It was good catching up with Walter, and he enjoyed meeting Nash. I don’t think Nash one minute of either game. He did spend a lot of time going back and forth between who was paying him the most attention.

Scott ended up spending the night at Steve’s so he could take me to the airport in the morning. I wasn’t leaving early, but in L.A. traffic can be a bitch. Steve and I said our goodbyes, as he had to go to work. He was an incredible host as usual. Scott and I went out to breakfast. We sat outside at Kings Road Cafe on Beverly Blvd., hey I am finally leaving, and it is finally nice outside. As we were eating, a woman walked by, stopped, stared at Nash, and kept going. Ends up it was Jodie Foster. I guess Nash is a celebrity in L.A. because all the celebs I ran into were staring at Nash. I always thought it was the other way around.

After breakfast, we headed back to Steve’s to get the last of my things before we headed to the Burbank Airport. Scott went to grab my backpack with my laptop and carry on stuff, and I told him to hold on, as I had to put some of Nash’s food in the backpack. Then we were off to the airport. When we got to the airport, I asked Scott where my backpack was? Ends up it was back at Steve’s! GREAT, no time to go back to the apartment. Oh well, I will have to have Steve Fedex it to me. At least I didn’t forget Nash. Scott and I both misunderstood who was taking the backpack, and how odd, I didn’t see it sitting there when we left. Even if I wanted to go back and get it, I couldn’t, as I left Steve’s keys in his apartment.

Nash and I got through security very quickly. He actually sit and stayed on the second time I went through the detector, the first time, he tried to come with me. His harness sets the detector off, After I go through, then Nash comes through, and a security guard pats him down. Nash gave the guy a look like, hey, at least buy me a drink first!

We got to the gate then it hit me. Oh Shit, my apartment keys are in my backpack. Ugh, what a nightmare. Luckily, I was able to call my building, and find out that the doorman does have keys to my apartment, as I would have spent the whole flight wondering if I was going to be able to get into my apartment. I can’t wait to get home.

Great, the flight is now delayed a half hour.

Even greater, now it is delayed an hour.

I call Steve to find out if he is at home, and maybe he can bring my backpack to the airport. Ends up he was home, but is no longer there.

Great now due to the weather in NYC, my flight is delayed two hours. This is going to be a long day for Nash to hold it. They tell us not to leave the gate, as there is a chance the flight can leave at any time. This is really sucking.

Fantastic, now my flight is going to be at least 4 hours delayed. Then it happens, they make an announcement, anyone wishing to change their flight can at no charge!

So I call Steve up, and say, “so you feel like having Nash and me around for another night, and can you pick us up at the airport?”

Nashee and I can do another day and a half in L.A. and enjoy some nice weather!

One Response to “Homeword Bound”

  1. Lorraine Says:

    Every cloud has a silver lining! I’m glad you two got to spend some time outside without getting soaked.

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