WAG - Aloha Arizona
After attending the Arizona Hawaiian festival yesterday (which, as was noted, is, "A festival which makes sense, because the Southwest has always had a stong Polynesian influence"), I thought I'd seen every possible twist expected on this trip.
At the 3-Point Play pool party last night, it was annouced we'd have another round of per diem ("Hooray!" "Now I can afford to eat!" "Now I can afford to pay you back!" etc...), and that we'd be flying out as a group Monday night. All we had to do was pick up our $25 around 11 a.m., and things would be good.
Then came a 8:32 a.m. phone call.
Another twist: A plane couldn't be chartered and the group was to fly out commerically to St. Louis before being bused back to Columbia.
Oh, and due to limited seating, the band was split up between three different planes.
Guess who ended up on the last plane out of here?
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Yep, I'm on American West Flight 154 departing at 4:09 this afternoon for St. Louis, Missouri.
This trip has been a blast and has had more twists than a Hitchcock film.
Anyway, I've had fun, but I'm ready to go back to Missouri.
Adios Arizona!
'Eastward_ho'
