Okay, so maybe flying coach isn't exactly what most people consider first class, but for us here at the Maass Family Travel Journal, air travel is positively luxurious. We will arrive in California in about two hours, with no car breakdowns, no all-out-I've-been-driving-all-damn-night-so-quit-pissing-me-off fights, and no gas station meals on-the-go. We are not really used to such stability in our travel plans. You may recall last December we flew to Maine, and to add excitement to the journey we failed to give our departure time so much as a glance until it was so late Greg had to play NASCAR driver on the way to the airport, where we arrived just in time to miss our flight. Which was just as well, because it was a nonstop to Minneapolis which would have gotten us home quickly, and by 5pm, so we actually would have had a decent night's sleep before work the next day, and that's just not a very "Maass" way of handling things. So instead we got to fly to Detroit and try to stand by for several flights, finally landing seats on the 11:30 pm flight home. Where excitment is lacking, we seem to have a knack for generating our own.
Well, not only are we traveling by air this time, but we are staying in some palatial digs. No, I don't mean the big tent. Even more palatial....a nine-bedroom beach house in San Diego. Right on the ocean. With a hot tub. The flip side of all this is that we will be sharing said digs with many family members. I haven't lived with blood relatives in many years, and it's been over four years since my parents, my brother, and I have all been together in the same place, much less the same house. It's been 27 years since we and our cousins were all together (yeah, I was 2, so I don't remember it so well, but mom says that's the week I got toilet trained, so apparently memorable for her). My cousin Tara is getting married, so we are all getting together for a first-class celebration. Some of this fanfare probably has to do with the fact that my aunt Carol has colon cancer. I don't know many details about it, because information is routinely withheld to "protect the children." (The youngest of whom is pushing 30, but that's just the way we do things in my family.) Anyway, this is going to be a PARTY.
So, we'll see how this all goes. Technically, there is a little room for error (adventure) in that Greg, Long-Legs Bunny and I are actually flying into Vegas on Saturday, renting a car and spending some time camping in the desert. So stay tuned, intrepid readers, we will update you soon.
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