I have returned to St. Louis... did ya miss me? My trip was interesting mainly because I think I have finally realized that Richmond is no longer my home. I mean it will always be home but similarly, your favorite jeans will always be your favorite, you just don't really want to live in them.

I had a grand time with Lauri who is one of my bestest friends and one of the coolest people you could hope to meet. We spent a lot of time with Mark, Caroline, Tonya, Megan, Matt, Jack, Jay, etc... playing cards (it's what you do in the south) and smoking ciggies. It was great fun.

Jay is my new hero for going out in the middle of the night to Krispy Kreme as well as some place that sells ice cream. Nothing better than junk food brought to you by a doctor (he is) in the middle of the night, I'm surprised they didn't revoke his medical license for that one.

I spent a good deal of time with daddy on Monday before he took me to the airport. We relived old memories and he told me that for 20 years he has felt bad for making me cry the day we moved out of our old house and into the "new" one when I was in elementary school. He said when we left for the last time, he told me to say goodbye to my house because we wouldn't be living there anymore and that's about the time I started bawling. During the previous week we had moved all of our crap out, they had already set up my new room and I just didn't get it until that moment. I have no recollection of that at all, but how sweet that he has carried that with him all these years.

OK, so here's the adventurous part of my trip. My flight back to St. Louis was supposed to be direct (as my ticket and confirmation stated) so I was really happy because layovers can be a pain. When I get to the airport, I go to the gate (A8) that my ticket says I belong at and I wait. Plane lands, happy people get off, unhappy people get on, plane flies off to LaGuardia. Plane #2 lands, happy people get off, people heading to Pittsburg get on. I'm still chillin' and waiting for my plane that is supposed to deliver me to St. Louis.

Enter random voice over loud speaker, "Attention passengers, would Sara [my last name] please head to gate A8, your flight to Pittsburg is about to leave." Now, what are the chances that there are two Sara [my last name]'s in the Richmond airport at the same time?! I immediately head to the person at the desk and inform her that I am indeed Sara and I am definitely NOT headed for Pittsburg. She tells me that my plane has to make a stop in Pittsburg and will then head to St. Louis; I don't even have to get off. What is this, an after school carpool? Fine, I get on, yay for tiny planes (50 seats)!

Land in Pittsburg everybody gets off, I'm just sitting there, something's wrong. I go up to the flight attendant, explain the situation. She tells me that unless I want to go with her to Kentucky, I had better hop off. I politely inform her that as nice as Kentucky is, I have less than no desire to go there at that particular moment, but if she would be so kind as to tell me exactly where the fuck I am supposed to be, I would appreciate it.

At this moment, she looks at me and says that I should head in and ask someone at the counter. The two male pilots are in the cockpit in front of us with the door open; they smile at me and one says, "Hang on just a moment." I do and he radios up to the tower and asks which flight is headed to St. Louis and from what gate will it be leaving? He gets the info, tells me, and get this; they invite me into the cockpit! How fucking cool! It was all purple and green glowy things with lots of buttons that could make or break us. What fun! As you may have guessed, I ended up on the right plane and landed safely.

All in all, it was a good trip. I had yummy strawberries, sushi, and Chinese food, what more could a girl want?