One of the wonderful parts of being a frequent traveler is that I’ve got it all together now, planned flawlessly and running smoothly, right? Totally… wrong.
Last weekend I took the day off from work on Friday, got my hair done in the morning and then took the metro to Reagan to catch a midday flight to St. Louis. I rolled off the metro 5 minutes after boarding for my flight started so rather than embodying a well-versed traveler I looked more like a disheveled woman on a mission. I am so lucky security was quick. When I arrived at my gate (first time flying Southwest so the boarding process was new to me), they hadn’t lined up the B’s – seeing as I was B 39 the flight attendant told me I had plenty of time to run to the “bathroom.” In my world bathroom is code for run to the closest food counter and buy a giant slice of pizza. Between cheesy bites and balancing my luggage (I hate suitcases) I misplaced my phone. Cue the frantic search through every crevice of my purse as I waited to board the plane. And at this point I’m holding my coat too because I’m a hot mess from running from the metro to Terminal A, so this resembled a juggling act.
Fortunately I found my phone, got settled onto the plane and this bumpy start was no indication of how the rest of the trip would go. Instead, the weekend was fun and relaxing. We ate brunch twice (always a win in my book), toured the Anheuser-Busch brewery, walked the city and stopped by the iconic arch. I turned off the blogger in me, which is why you don’t see more photos – in fact I think I only took one photo, the rest are all from Seth’s phone. If you’re wondering where you recognize these faces from, here’s a hint.