Thank you for the welcome homes.

(My sister is currently on assignment out of state but there will be pictures eventually.) Vacation day one was an
interesting adventure even BEFORE we got to Florida. We left Ohio in sun and the closer we got to Pittsburgh the snow blew---horizontally. The plane coming in was delayed for two hours.

What to do...what to do....EAT! We went to TGIFriday's for appetizers to waste time. Finally the plane lands, we board and sit on the tarmac for 30 minutes for the weather to break. Then we sit another 30 minutes in line for deicing.

At last we take off and feeling like this >>

<<, my friend says "I have free drinks coupons!" which made me >>

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HERE is where things get interesting. Halfway through the 2 1/2 hour flight this guy who had obviously had a few too many in the bar and then a few on the plane decided to start singing about how he loved Bloody Marys and he wanted to marry them.

The stewardesses cut him off but his stupidity carried on for a bit. It got quiet and he stumbled past us to the bathroom. (My daughter insists in sitting in the very back even though she is scared to pee on a plane.

.) Anywho, I looked at my friends and they're looking back at me because we smell something. THE DUDE WAS IN THE BATHROOM SMOKING! He opened the door and a plume of cigarette smoke came out.
He stumbled back to his seat and the male steward went right to him and asked where he put the cigarette butt. The guy adamantly said he wasn't smoking but plenty of us were saying he was and he left flicked ashes on the floor. The stewardess was digging through the trash and looking all over the bathroom. (They were afraid of fire.) Five minutes later (and with those around him threating to whoop his butt--putting it politely) the guy admits he flushed the butt. Calm restored, the stewardess took our names and phone numbers to be witnesses because that guy will have to go to court and will be fined $2,500. If he fights the charge, we have to give a phone interview. Many hours late landing, we had taxied to the gate then had to wait another twenty minutes to get off because security came to escort that guy off first. AND he was with his wife. If I had been his wife, they would take me away for slapping the carp out of him.
We had planned to go to Rock-N-Ribs BBQ (owned by Iron Maiden's drummer, Nicko McBrain) that evening but it was almost closing time.

Landing in Ft. Lauderdale, it was a cold 65* and pouring rain.

(Yes, 65 is cold to me.

) We decided to just take a shuttle to the hotel where we met some friendly people from Seattle whose flight was delayed six hours.

Getting into our room that evening my daughter was asleep in fifteen minutes. Thank goodness for Chinese delivery. I was tired, hungry, and over the top excited for the ship the next day. (I still had a major fear of big ships at this point.)
TO BE CONTINUED (after catching up some) with "You can take Express boarding.", "oooh Pasta Bar" and Happy Feet!