Lose 20 pounds! And you still get to eat!!

So yesterday, hung over as you like I told my family bye and thank you and Mom and I spent all day running errands, finishing off my packing, and cleaning up the damage. Everything I own (not including skis) is in my Blazer in Grandma's garage. Now that's a cheap and genious alternative to a storage unit!

Let the good times roll

Today is the day I leave. Mom drove my storage unit home and Christian took me to the airport. Let the races begin... again.

Naturally, I'm not exactly early. So we park and haul my massive ski bag and a duffle bag across the parking lot and to check in. Good thing Christian stayed with me the whole time. I got to check-in, blasted United Airlines, and they look at me like they've never see a bag that big in their lives (hello? I was just here with this bag in the fall dummy!) So they weigh it and I do the 'prop the end of my bag up on my foot' trick to try to lighten it a few pounds. Still over weight. "Ok, what's the charge? $50?" Oh, no my friends $380 because it's international!! WHAT!!?? Sorry sir, I have this letter here. (My allstars oversize baggage note from that weekend) That didn't fly because aparently United doesn't have a contract with NCWSA. Well no shit. Um.. I don't have $380 and I have a connecting flight to catch in Chicago!! After calling STA to unsuccessfully arrange a flight on another airline, I had to get my 108 lb. bag down to 70lbs. So intentionally taking up as much space as possible at the check in counter I opened my massive 85" bag and frantically unpacked anything that wasn't ski equipment and stuffed it into my duffel. Still over weight. I stuffed my carry on back pack full. Still over weight. My flight is boarding and by this time I'm wearing 3 hoodies, a winter coat and have stuff sacks dangling from every strap on my back pack. Flight leaves in 2 minutes. I put on every article of clothing I have that isn't fitting into another bag, including a shopping bag from the gift shop. "Please sir, don't make me wear my helmet and jump suit on this flight!" 75lbs. Good enough. I cut everyone in the security line and found out my flight has been delayed about an hour. Ah, sigh of relief. "Well, Chich, wanna go get a beer?" "Yup." So we hit the bar, me sweating my ass off dressed like and idiot. Then after security dumped my whole over sized bag out and searched me, I got on my flight. When I arrived in Chicago, I only had to go down 2 gates to meet Catie. The look on her face was priceless when she saw me red eyed, hair a state, overloaded with busting bags and dressed like an eskimo walking up.

Partners in Crime, reunited.

Let the ride begin.