I have read all the comments but haven't gotten around to replying. Thanks for remembering me. :)

Update: I have gotten around to replying now. :)

I just got home. Let me start my first post back with I had a wonderful time!

Onto the story of my flight home. I was woken up by Callie sending her beautiful daughter in to get me up. Munchkin is the perfect wake up tool. How could I be grouchy with her cuteness around? Hubby (Callies... I don't have one of those lol) made us a yummy breakfast of bacon and eggs. I got to visit with them and then headed out to the airport.

We got to the airport early and I went to pull out my ticket when uh oh it wasn't there! I had stupidly taken it out of my case and left it at their house. (which btw is a half hour drive away) After discovering there was no way onto the plane without the ticket Callie had hubby pack up the kids and drive it to me. (Thanks hubby! Appreciate it!)

I made it through security fairly quickly and was on time for the flight. Whew.

My flight was uneventful and I arrived in Phoenix on time. The Phoenix airport is pretty large though so it took me a while to find the gate I was flying out of. Near that gate there was a restaurant where I could smoke (still haven't kicked the habit. Damnit.) Of course in order to smoke in there you have to buy a drink. Since I only had a couple dollars on me I made sure (by asking the waitress) they accepted debit.

A few hours later when it was close to my departure time I went to pay; only to discover they don't accept debit. Its only credit cards. Since the waitress told me they had debit she knew (and admited) it was her fault I couldn't pay the bill. I gave her the couple of dollars I had on me and I was good to go. Whew again.

When I was booking my flight I had a couple of options. The difference was not a time difference but only which airport I would have my connecting flight. So I chose Phoenix since I had never been to that airport. Jokingly I told a friend that I was stopping in Phoenix in the hopes of running into one of my favorite hockey players (now plays for the Coyotes) Mike Comrie.

Well I am suprised to say it actually happened!

There was me sitting in the waiting area wishing my vacation wasn't over so soon when I see a guy walk by. I think to myself 'wow looks like Mike Comrie' but I dismiss it as my imagination. Like really what are the chances that he would be flying out on the same flight as me? I kept looking back at him though and each time I looked I was more convinced it was him.

I got up and wandered a bit. Trying to decide if I should walk up to him and be like hey you look like Mike Comrie or if I should just ask if he is or just leave him alone. I wandered over to some chairs beside but a row behind him. I was standing there so he wouldn't notice/see that I kept staring at him. After a few minutes standing there he got up and walked by me. I knew then that it was him.

I also knew that my friend would never believe me without proof. (Mainly because last year I saw Grant Fuhr and again what are the chances I'd see Comrie this time) So I went over to him and said 'Excuse me.. but uh are you Mike Comrie?' He smiled and said "yes I am". I asked if he would mind taking a picture with me. He said he'd be happy to. So I now have a picture of me with Mike Comrie (Me! with Mike Comrie!). I also got his autograph (of course).




The rest of the flight was uneventful (other than being a half hour late). So that was my flight. Time for sleeping now.