Monday, December 14, 2009

away we go

They were packed. Ready for the wedding. They were flying to Texas for Lonnie's wedding. Luckily, Olivia had found Ellie a dress the day after Thanksgiving. It was a white sweater dress. Ellie just hoped she didn't burn up in it at the wedding.

"We won't be there long," Lon promised as if Ellie would have no chance to get her sea-legs, so to speak. She couldn't remember the last time she'd ever flown, anywhere. Some traveler she was. And they had Charlie which worried her even more. Not so much the trip itself, but seeing his family, and Lonnie. She was scared. But she wasn't sure what she might be afraid of.

"We get into Dallas. Jay will pick us up." Lon was going over all of it, how Lonnie's uncle was helping out.

"That's still like 4 hours from where your family lives."

"Well, technically, my Mom lives in Dallas. I sort of promised we'd see her before we go back." This was the first Ellie had heard.

"Really?" Ellie didn't know what to say. "When did this happen?"

"I promised Lonnie a long time ago, I'd do it. I don't like it, but we have too." Lon shrugged.

"We have too?" Ellie had butterflies in her stomach, already. She thought she might be sick. She couldn't be sick. She didn't want to be sick. She couldn't afford to be sick. They were on a time table here.

So they were packed and off to the airport. Olivia was dropping them off.

"We'll be there in no time." Lon was all smiles as they hit the road. He held her hand. They had Charlie all secured in his carrier. This was just going to be crazy. Just crazy, she thought. She just hoped she didn't throw up.

Finally they were settled on their flight. Honestly, as Ellie looked back on it, they were less time in the air than anything else. Naturally, it was a mad house at the Dallas airport. After a bit of waiting, Jay finally found them and they were put in the back seat of his little car.  Again Ellie thought it might happen. Being sick. But it hadn't happened yet.

Of course, all the way back, Ellie felt for sure she could feel her butt actually riding the pavement. She felt every bump along the way. She was down right woozy by the time they got to his Dad's house. And she had a headache. But then she started sneezing. Finally, she made it to the bathroom before she vomited in the livingroom. It was then Ellie knew she should have stayed home.

3 comments:

simon n josh said...

That does not sound like a fun trip.

Cait said...

I hate those kind of trips.

the oaks said...

poor ellie!