Traveling is like getting married.
Something always goes awry.
Vegas posted this picture on Facebook yesterday. The day we were meant to leave for Barcelona. This was her caption: “Sooo… missed flight to Barcelona. The other half to explain that one later! What’s one to do? Find the nearest bar with the largest beer and glass of wine… Smashed finger makes it difficult but I’ll manage. BTW……… that’s MY passport in the photo.”
Where was MY passport, you might ask? Funny story (or, I’m sure it will be funny one day soon). It turns out, you can’t fly to Spain with a passport that expires in less than 3 months. Who knew?! I mean, why even bother having an expiration date? They should have a renew by date.
We’d gotten up at 3am to drive to LAX to catch the flight. At check in, the lady informed us that I couldn’t fly on my passport, which expires Jan 1, 2018. I almost cried. She was incredibly nice though. She told us to get to the passport office and she’d rebook us on a flight at that night at 11, no charge.
So, 13 hours later, we were back at LAX with a brand new passport. The new flight has us arriving a day later, and after 48 hours of travel… but hey, we’ll be there soon. Right now, I’m writing this WIAW post in the airport lounge in Newark.
This day of eats is from last Friday, when I was in Atlanta for my mom’s birthday. Check out my day of eats below, and be sure to link up to Jenn’s WIAW baby at the bottom!
Then, I made mamma birthday breakfast. I even poached eggs! Poaching eggs seems like SUCH a pain… I don’t know why though. Once I do it, I remember how easy it is.
I ate some protein pudding while getting dressed after my workout. We had things to do! Also, we ate breakfast at 11.
Dinner was a birthday extravaganza with mom and my baby sister! We started at a wine shop, where we had a surprise Champagne tasting ready for mom. There were meats and cheeses there to
soak up the booze tide us over before dinner.
From there, we took a Lyft (← affiliate link… with a $5 credit!) across town to Marcel, an amazing French-inspired steak house. Mom was convinced we were throwing her some sort of surprise party, but when we got there it really was just us three.
She was surprised by the location though! I was surprised by how many photos we had to have taken… *eye roll*
Then it was one the main course. We split all of the deliciousness below. Steak, asparagus, scalloped potatoes, and field peas.
Plus a bottle of French burgundy. That steak couldn’t have been more perfect.
The fun wasn’t over there! Mom wasn’t actually wrong about a surprise party. We nonchalantly suggested after dinner drinks and dessert at JCT, just down the street. When we arrived, her friends were there with presents and cake. I’d ordered a German Chocolate cake… with black icing. Because 60. 😉
Mom was so surprised she actually squealed. It was am amazing night!
And now, I must go catch another plane.
One hour until take off!!!
Do you like surprise parties? I like throwing them, but I do not like being surprised.
What does your family do most often for birthdays?