After our delay in Vancouver and what seemed like an endless flight full of screaming children, we arrive in Manzanillo. I have learned once and for all that flying makes me aggitated...I'm stuck in a small space, it's impossible to get comfortable, I can't concentrate, I can't smoke, I don't like the food, I'm hungry, I'm anxious to get to my destination and did I mention those screaming children? Although I tried taking a Clonazepam AND a Gabapentin (these are supposed to take care of my anxiety), I realize that what I really need for flying is Ativan and perhaps a small dose of Seroquel. Yes, I have learned a lesson: I need to be drugged up for flying. Anyways....
We arrive. We step off the plane into the warm Mexican sunshine. Nice. It is here that Dave's celebrity catches up with him as Cindy approaches to confirm if he is, in fact "Duke" (his Hedley tour days nickname). Cindy and Dave met at a Hedley concert a few years ago. Okay, how small is this world??? A bit of chit chat and we get into an incredibly long line to enter the airport. We are outside and I am so ready for that smoke. But I guess smoking on or near the tar mac is not allowed. AAAAGGGHHHH! I'm getting restless. (And yes I know, I should just quit).
As we are approaching the terminal, I can see that we are actually waiting to get into a room about what feels like the size of my living room, where our baggage is being not only unloaded onto the conveyor but piled up in corners for us to find. Us and 500 other people. It is pretty much total chaos. If I was agitated on the plane, well, by now I'm just plain fried. I think Dave is on the verge of disowning me. Of course Dave finds his bag with little difficulty. I, on the other hand, cannot find mind. I have now completely lost it and I am yelling and cursing like the lady that I am. Dave is definitely not speaking to me now. I give up, angrily resigning myself to the fact that I will be stuck wearing the same clothes all night. We get in line to go through Customs. Then suddenly Dave spots my bag, which has miraculously just appeared on the conveyor all by itself (even though I had just searched the whole damn room high and low!) I retreive it, and get back in line with Dave just in time to slide through Customs with a green light.
Outside, we light up our cigarettes and agree to a do-over. I'm here and my agitation has thankfully vanished into the hot air. Once again, Dave's patience and love is astounding and I am so grateful for it. We are pointed to the bus that will take us to our hotel (oh please don't let there be anyone on this bus that saw my outburst in the airport!) Outside said bus, like an oasis in the desert - a cooler full of cold Coronas. Oh ya! We'll take two.
To be continued...
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hmmm...line ups to get there, line ups to get outta there...take a number?, wait, hold your breath or just forget it. Sounds like your idea of a road trip is getting better and better, if you travel by car. Manoman, i wish i was a fly on the wall when you arrived. Sounds like drunk and drunker had perhaps the right idea...but i wonder how they felt when they stepped out into that hot air...and oh yeah, you gotta love those mexican bus drivers, afterall, who in their right mind would argue with them when they see an ice cold cervasa staring them in the face...i would have taken four...hic
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