So I arrived in Hartford late on Saturday afternoon - courtesy of a delay at O’Hare when I seized an opportunity to get a FREE roundtrip ticket by volunteering to take a later flight. Yay! Alexis can now come on a trip with me for FREE! We plan on using it in September when we are scheduled to fly to Austin, Texas.
While home, though, the plan was for me to join Alexis at a wedding - one of her close friends, Kimmie, was marrying her man Damian and Alexis was one of the bridesmaids - but that plan started to unravel with the flight delay from Iowa the previous night.
So, here’s what my 22 hours at home were like :
Saturday 5pm : Arrive at Hartford, pick up bags (that showed up at Hartford overnight while I was stuck in Chicago), get in Alexis’ car and drive to Pittsfield. Alexis was using my car for the week and was already in Pittsfield at Kimmie’s wedding. But the ceremony was already over at 4pm, so I was on my way to a reception that was already half underway.
Saturday 6.33pm : Arrive at the Pittsfield Country Club, sneak into locker room, change into work clothes (shirt and slacks) from trip, walk into reception room looking like I had just flown in from Iowa.
Saturday 6.37pm : See/hug/kiss Alexis 
After a whole week of being away! Shyikes!
Saturday 6.41pm : Question by another latecomer who didn’t know I had missed the ceremony - “How was the ceremony?” My reply - “Oh it was wonderful! I cried through it all! It was so touching!”
Saturday 7pm - 9pm : “Dance” with Alexis and her friends. Yeah, “dance” in quotes - they danced, I kinda swayed. My excuse was that I had just flown in from Iowa.
Saturday 9pm - 11pm : Alexis and I drive back home in separate cars (because she had mine and I had hers yada yada yada)
Saturday midnight - Sunday 8am : sleep.
Sunday 8am - Sunday 11am : pack for St Louis
Sunday noon : at Hartford, experiencing deja vu all over again as I sit at the departure gate for the SAME flight that was delayed last week and run into the SAME guy I ran into last week who was ALSO stuck on the same flight last week and was ALSO on the SAME flight this week.
You’ve heard of deja vu? The uncanny feeling that something has happened before?
Well, I just had vuja de - the uncanny feeling that this is about to happen again, and again, and again.
