im back.
I'm back.
many pictures were taken
and
many beers were drank.
Germany = Amazing
so i dont have to keep telling people..
I went to the USA vs Italy, USA vs Ghana and the Spain vs Tunesia games. Yes, it was a crazy good time. Yes there were TONS of people, and yes, the soccer fans are better fans than any other USA sports fans would ever be. Why do I live in the USA? Beats me. There for 10 days, went to a different city everyday. We stayed in Frankfurt, and took the euro-rail everywhere. Hit up some bigger cities like Munich, Kaiserslautern (or however its spelt), Nurnburg, Stuttgart, Trier, Wurzburg, and some others. Lots of pics.i might put some up later if i can. so yeah, Germany was awesome. i dont know what else i could say about it without making people jealous.. haha
now onto the WORST day of my life.
so i flew back on the 27th? something like that. anyhoot, i dont go home, but i have my lax luggage in the car at the airport cuz i was leaving for vail in like 3 hours on the same day. mind you, im all by myself. so anyway, i get all checked in, and what do you know, the plane is delayed like an hour cuz of the storm that came thru. This creates problems because I only had an hour to switch planes in chi town. so needless to say, i was about 10 minutes late for my connecting flight to vail. so i go to the customer service, which by the way has a line like the cedar point lines, so i wait there for quite some time. when i get up to the front i explain my situation. and the lady says, im sorry we dont have any other flights out to vail that leave tonight, the next one is tomorrow at 5 pm. so instead she finds me a denver flight, which is booked by the way, so i had to be a "standby-er" and wait to see if i can get a seat on the flight. meanwhile all the is happening, my phone runs out of battery, so i had no way to keep in touch w/ my mom or anyone since the payphones there suck. AND my iPod cracks out on me. great. so as im waiting, i hear my name come over the PA thing for the whole airport, so im wandering around, trying to find who the fuck said my name, or where i should go cuz of course they dont make things clear when they say stuff thru the PA. so i ask people around if they heard the announcement, and they looked at me like i was on drugs or something.. haha. so i run ALL the way back to the main customer service and of course they dont know anything. so i ran all the way back to the terminal cuz i was like missing the boarding for the plane. they finally call my name to be able to board the flight to denver. so i get on the plane, and of course my seat is in the middle, between a fatass and a screaming baby. just my luck right? so i have to sit there for a 2 hour plane ride inbetween this mess. so im pretty much going crazy at this point, on the verge of a mental breakdown cuz im so stressed out. so i get to denver, and what do you know, i miss the Colorado mountain express, which goes to Vail, by like 3 minutes. so im like great, im stuck in denver right now. so i look for a flight to vail, and the next flight out is tomorrow morning at 8 am. so i call home, and they book it, and then tell me to look for a hotel somehwere close to the airport. so i go look, and of course, there is NOTHING. not a single room is available. everything is taken. so i thought, this is great. im wearing like a tshirt, and shorts, and i have a little pillow with me, and i start to explore the airport, looking for food, and the warmest place to sleep.. which of course is nonexistant. its freezing everywhere. so i go to the BK there, and eat the most disgusting hamburger of my life, and feel so sick after. so now im sick, cold, and i have to sleep in an airport all night. disgusting. so i wander to baggage claim to see if perhaps my bag came, or atleast made it to Vail. they tell me that my bags are in chicago, and arent even in the process of being sent out in the next flight to denver. so now im pissed, bagless, cold, sick, and have to sleep in an airport. the benches there, of course, have the armrests that dont go up so u can make a little bed out of it; you either sleep in a single chair, or just on the floor. i picked the floor. bad choice. rock hard, and cold. but oh well. so i try to sleep, but wake up every 20 minutes to turn over and check the time, since i was afraid that i was gonna miss my flight. so it was another sleepless night. mind you, i am 8 hours behind what i was used to in Germany, so that didnt help much either. 6 am comes inching slowly, i go to the ticket place to get my boarding pass, and every single ticket thing is electronic. i dont have a credit card, or a "frequent fliers" card, or a confirmation number for my tix. so im freaking out cuz no one is there to ask or anything. finally like 30 minutes later, the attendants show up and help me out. so i get my tickets printed, and the guy begins telling me that my bags will be there in vail. im like there is no way in hell they are going to be there when i'm there because they are in chicago. i think i pissed him off cuz he told me to go away. so i go get some food for bfast. everything went A OK till i get to vail, expecting to see my bags there. the one i needed most, my clothes, of course, wasnt there. i had my stick bag there. so they say that they will get the bag to me once they get it. then from there, i went straight to the game, which we lost. haha. so i was riding on MAYBE 3 hours of sleep, and we all decide to go hiking. i thought maybe an easy 3 miles, but no, it was about 6 miles. good god. i couldnt think after that.
lets just say i slept like a baby that night.
the rest of the trip was awesome. the team was awesome, but we lost our first 3 prelim. games, so we got put in the bronze division. we ended up going to the finals winning that division, placing like 15 overall in the tourny. not bad concidering we were playing teams from like... maryland. haha. but yeah, such a good time.
on the way back home, since jab had my ID card for some reason, the airport people thought i was a terrorist or something, so i had to go thru extensive security, checking every inch of my luggage for a bomb or something. do birth certificates mean nothing now a days? i guess not. anyway, i was late enough for my flight as it was, so once they put me thru all the extensive security stuff, the plane was like getting ready to leave, and i had to basically sprint to the terminal. which sucked. but i made it on time. the rest of the day went smoothly, as it should.
i hate airports. i hate United Airlines. and most of all I HATE MICHIGAN!
however, last night made up for all of it. Gee is a gansta and i love her. and i love my lax girls like none other. and i love foose. haha. party all week. good times for sure to come. last night was awesome. exactly what i needed.
abercrombiebby08: FERRRRRI I LOV EYOU U R COMIN TO ANGES HOUSE VERY DAY OF MY LIFE UNTIL JULY 7th bhahahaaaaa i love u and ur huge beeeeeeeer glasss<333333:-D
thats what im talking about. i feel the love.
im out. passing out that is. so goodnight.