Painful planes and plentiful parties

Painful planes and plentiful parties
Lynchburg, VA
Lynchburg, VA Holy jetlag batman! I have made that trip from Australia to Lynchburg many times before, but I must say this was quite possibly the worst and longest.
Joel finished work the day before we flew out, but I had to work until 1:30 on the day we were leaving. After a teary farewell from my students, I bolted back to Jason’s for a quick shower before we had to head to the airport. It was really sad leaving Jason and Craig, but we will be seeing them again soon.
Our first flight was just from Melbourne to Sydney so we had plenty of opportunity for some pre-flight wines. In Sydney, we boarded a night flight to Honolulu, which was endured thanks to our good friend stylnox. We landed in Hawaii kicking ourselves that we couldn’t stay for a couple of nights before we headed for the east coast. Our next flight was to Phoenix. This was the worst of the worst flights. It was 6 hours and during the daytime. No sleep was had and we really began to feel the pain. When we landed in Phoenix, we had to run to catch our “red eye” to Philadelphia. It was only 4 hours long, but we were supposed to sleep for the whole way. No sleep was had. In Philly, we struggled through and made it onto our flight to Roanoke. All in all, it took 38 hours to get to my parents house. Needless to say, we were a little crtacked out for a few days.
Christmas with the family was great. I got to see almost all of my cousins, some of whom I haven’t seen in ten years. We spent Christmas eve at my aunt Susan’s house where we may have had a little too much to drink and then had to help Santa make his delivery when we got home to my brother’s house.
Christmas morning was such a different experience with my three little nieces around. They really helped bring that holiday spirit to the day. We watched them plow through their mountain of presents. That day, we headed to my grandmother’s house for our traditional Christmas party. Joel learned the hard way that he shouldn’t let my grandfather make his drinks. He has a tendency to equate strength with a good drink. Throughout the course of the day, Joel managed to drink the better part of a bottle of vodka. Ooops.
Our trip has just started and we are really just working on slipping into holidy mode and catching up on some reading.
I know this first entry wasn’t too exciting, but I promise they’ll get better. Really.
Merry festivus to all.

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