The St. Louis Part of the trip (AKA: Why St. Louis Sucks)

I believe when I had left off, I had gotten through talking about the Vegas part of the trip. Well, the trip didn't end there. We came home and then we flew out on Thursday morning to head back to St. Louis. Only this time, it was cold. It wasn't nice and cozy like it had been when we had been flying through the Sunday before. It was so cold that I was wearing a cozy undershirt with my sweatshirt over it cozy with my jersey over it. And when we went to the Pre-Game Party, all the doors were open to that bar so it was so freaking cold.

The good part of the trip was when we got to check into our hotel room at 10:30 am, even though check-in time is 4 pm. The bad part about that was that our room was impossible to get into and when we finally did get into the room, it was 59 degrees, and holding an hour later when we left, even after having it cranked to 80 degrees for an hour.

We tried to go to the Arch. However, the wait was a little over 2 hours. Forget that. Some trip, long line to the top of the Stratosphere, and long line to the top of the Arch. Aren't there some caves underground people want to look at?

So we decided to go the the Pre-game party early. But the party was in full swing by the time we got there. In fact, I am pretty sure we stood in line an hour to order some food. However long it was, it was long enough for me to drink two Mike's and for Sonny to drink a mini-pitcher ("It was only six bucks!!"). But we did have a nice time visiting with some dude who was my dad's age. It was so weird though to see the sea of green in St. Louis. I almost thought that I was at Dagwoods because it didn't seem like we were 13 hours away or anything like that.

So about that game: In case you have been living in a cave, the Sioux lost their game on Thursday night, but only because Boston College had two goals on an empty net. That sucked. However, it made our Easter plans considerably easier to make. It was such a heartbreaker. I wanted them to win and it was so sad when those goals would happen. I just wanted to cry.

Speaking of crying, I did get some of that in on Friday morning when we got to the airport. Sonny told me that I could 'sleep in' until 4:30 on Friday. I repeatedly asked him if that would be enough time to get ready and give us enough time to check out, walk to the train station, hop the train, and get to the airport and checked in in time for our flight at 7:25. He said it was. It really wasn't. We didn't take into account that our train ride would take nearly 45 minutes. We did well with getting up and ready and checked out and to the station by 6:00, but weren't at the airport until 6:45. By the time we got to the front of the line, it was already too late to check our bags (even though we had been waiting in line for long enough for it to have not been too late, if that makes sense to you). So when the douchebag from American Airlines told us we couldn't check our bags, and Sonny and I walked towards security and he stopped and asked if I had any stuff to throw, I lost it. Well, not really lost it, I was just so tired and stunned, that I started to tear up. I had to throw at least $70 worth of stuff away.

There was 3 things from Victoria's Secret (which you can usually get three for $24 or something). So I lost my shower gel, body spray and lotion. There was some Clinique step 2 stuff (which is usually about $25 or so). Then there was toothpaste, saline, mousse, gel, and hairspray (another $25 or so). Sonny told me it was okay because we could replace it all, but I was so tired that I kept tearing up about it all the way to Dallas.

So to sum up: Cold weather, long lines, Sioux loss, cold room, loss of supplies, and the fact that I now HATE American Airlines, equals I am not a St. Louis fan.