I should cover my trip to Houston in more detail.
It was great to see Catalina again, except we were both too tired to really take advantage of each other. She had just come back from Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and was behind in sleep. I had stayed up far too late and gotten up too early for my flight to be effective. We actually napped our first afternoon together. Her mother had also surprised me with a huge lunch, so there was some digestion happening.
The weather was fairly nice for the first part of the week, and I was able to use the pool a bit. It was quite a bit more pleasant than around Christmas. That early part was generally low-key and I did a lot of relaxing.
The latter part of the week was wild parties with friends. We stayed at a hotel and attended grand galas with great conversation. It was nice to see the old friends from all over the world. There was free alcohol that I felt no need to drink.
Unfortunately the weather turned so the pool party was cancelled. It moved indoors, but barbecue hamburgers aren’t as nice in a hotel hallway. (In their defence, it was a BIG hallway.)
My flight home was fairly straightforward. Except my luggage didn’t make it. This is something that has happened numerous times and while I am not happy about it, I understand it and it doesn’t make me angry. What does make me angry is that with all of the technology that the airline has, they don’t bother to let me know. Instead I have to wait at a luggage carousel until I get suspicious and check with baggage services. The airline has my phone number. There are many ways they could have let me know that I was able to just leave the airport and go home to bed.
The reason I don’t usually get angry is that every time the missing suitcase has arrived the next day. This time included.