On Monday we all packed and headed to IHOP for breakfast. This was of course after hanging out at the suite long enough to see the pain on some people's faces... wonder why they weren't feeling good in the morning. After eating and purging demons we hit the road. My carpool stopped at a key lime place, but I wasn't in the mood. Neat tiki huts and swings though.
We were relatively early for our flight. We went to a beach in Fort Lauterdale where I dug a sweet hole in the sand. Then we hit a nice restaurant with a broken swinging table, biggest let-down of the trip... which I guess is good. The guys saw some really fine looking boats that were adjacent to the nearby marina. ;) I had the quesadillas. They were good.
We navigated back to the airport just in time to assume we were late enough to miss our flights. Didn't help that I had what appeared to be a pipe bomb under x-ray in my carry on bag (regulators, computers & canister light). We ended up being right on time.
This time, no beefy muscle guy... but a strangely attractive cowgirl. And then Ryan sat across the walkway... so we just chatted about diving the whole flight back. haha, and some lady stared me down for making a comment I won't repeat. I was just being realistic, she needed to relax.
Arrival at the airport included a nice landing and missing baggage for a few people. :( Mine came out first, but I hung around to keep the scuba aura alive. They announced the missing bags, people yelled, so I figured I'd leave. haha.
Short drive home, went to bed, woke up, put my gear away, and then went to the dive shop. :)
Let me know if anyone wants to dive!
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