A Rare Outing

So, I'm about to take off to the airport in Idaho Falls. I have to get on a plane, fly to Salt Lake City, get a connection and then fly to Atlanta - my final destination. Been to the airport once, but never really been to Atlanta. I am not 100% certain what it is all about, but I will soon find out.

I am going for a wedding. It is a once in a lifetime event for a friend that I have known since I was sixteen and living in Spain with my Air Force associated family. So there you go. That is what being a brat will get you. Maybe, if you are really good at keeping in touch, you will have an old friend that you met in your adolescence. Any hope of knowing anyone prior to that for a lifetime of friendship is pretty out of the question. You have to be of age to really stay friends, you know?

I did that with my buddy that is about to get hitched. The year of our twentieth high school reunion is rapidly approaching with the year 1988. Unbelievably to me, Javier and I have been friends for over twenty years. His beautiful and super smart fiance is a real catch. Her name is Stacy. She seems just for him. That is how I believe that it should be. Here he is - my old friend - becoming a husband and starting his own family. What a trip.

And so, I do commence my trip! Off to Atlanta, where it is supposed to be in the high 80's all week, with a daily low of around 60. 60! HA! 60 here is like a glorious thrill ride. Two days after that, it will be snowing, but when it is 60 it's like the valley residents just want to peel back the layers and expose every surface that winter laid its frigid hand upon.

My suitcase is filled with shorts, t-shirts and sandals. The thought of arrival in this magical place called "Atlanta" fills me with anticipation, excitement and just a small bit of dread.

What is the humidity going to do to my hair?

See you when I get back!