So yesterday there were a couple minor snafus to be dealt with. The first was my ticket, which was accidently bought for one "Jerrery Brinker" instead of "Jeffrey Brinker." We got that corrected for the most part. It now reads "J-E-F-F-E-R-Y Brinker" instead of "J-E-F-F-R-E-Y Brinker"...well, close enough. The other issue, which caused me significantly more turmoil, was when after getting my hair cut for the trip, I get a call from Broeder asking where I am:
Me: "I just got my hair cut."
Broeder: "At the airport? Your flight already landed?"
Me: "No, my flight is tomorrow morning."
Many profanities were then spoken by Broeder. Apparently he thought my flight was on
Monday, not Tuesday, and he was waiting at the airport for me. Well shit. I felt completely horrible because he went on to tell me all the great things he had planned that we could no longer do because I chose to come in a day later. I also felt bad because I know that it sucks when you are excited for something and are actually waiting at the airport for someone, only to find that they not going to be there that day. In the end we both got over it (I think). Now it is Monday morning at 5:00 am. It's almost unheard of that I should be up at such an hour, but I have to finish packing some last minute items and I plan to do what it takes to succeed on this trip. Jeff out.
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This was the swimming pool complex at University of Texas-Austin. Everything's bigger in Texas...
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