Comparatively, we didn't feel all too good about waking up this time around. Working off at least 3 hours of sleep, we all begrudgingly tried to wake ourselves up + prep for our 11am flight, meaning we had to leave the hotel in New Jersey at 8AM at the latest. Hard as it was + one thorough body search later [which involved standing on a platform with my arms outstretched as well as taking off my shoes + waiting for 5 nerve-racking minutes while the "security" guy searched in + out of each shoe], we did it. We even managed to have enough time to pick up some coffee + breakfast at the airport before our flight. [Security made me sip the "contents" of my coffee to make sure that nothing suspicious was in there. I'm not sure to this day how that proved anything.] Yeh. Kris + Olivia made it through security just fine. Wearing too much metal isn't a bad thing, now is it?
After Kris had finished eating [correction from the paragraph above--Kris was the only one who ordered actual food. Olivia + I had our liquid waker-uppers], we looked for our gate terminal through the busy crowds of LaGuardia + found a place to stand next to a column near the aisle walkway since most of the seats looked taken.
Olivia was holding the half-finished box of Dunkin' Donuts we had from the night we visited Deacon at the hotel. She was about to throw them away. Less carry-ons--you know the procedure. So, she looks around the column for a trash can + found none other than 3 of the 4 boys from Virgos. The guys were sitting a row away from the window near the gate. Chris was sitting at the end seat, so my sister greets him first. She waves Kris + I down to join them. I think before me + Kris arrived, Olivia had offered the donuts to the guys to which JD obliged by taking one. He has been at the airport since 6AM because he had to drop Ash off for her early flight. Poor guy had no such sleep at all. He was zoning out most of the time while we all waited to board.
While finishing my Pocky + sharing it with everyone, we all just sat, chatted + took a couple of photos until it was time to board Spirit Air. JD, Deacon, + Chris decided to be stragglers + boarded the plane after we did, so we saw them make their grand entrance through the plane's door. The reason I'm mentioning this is because it very much reminded me of a scene from that Foo Fighters' "Learning To Fly" video where all 3 of them act out several odd characters while Dave Grohl + the guys act as themselves boarding the plane. Olivia coincidentally brought up the same video [we think alike most of the time--a phenomenon that freaks most people out] saying that if she had a Virgos CD on her person, she would leave her seat + approach the Virgos guys to ask them to sign the CD while licking her lips + stroking her pigtails [just as it was done in the FF video]. Too bad we lacked any such Virgos CDs for her to get signed.
Our seats were somewhere in the middle of the aircraft while the guys were assigned closer to the front. I can't tell you what would happen if we all sat beside each other, but I can tell you that none of us would get much sleep, except for maybe JD. In his condition, he could have probably slept all the way to California without noticing.
Two and some-odd hours go by when finally we + the rest of the Spirit Airlines passengers + crew arrive in Orlando, Florida. Nice + safe. We made our way to the baggage claim where Virgos-minus-one were already waiting. One by one, we all rescued our duffel bags + luggage from the busy conveyor belt. A huge red suitcase comes trucking by us on the moving belt as Deacon rushes to catch it. He succeeds + comes back with a big smile on his face. I smile back + laugh at him + his big to-go wardrobe carrier. "Big Red," he calls it. As we all know it, he is the resident fashion whore.
Again, we all exchanged our goodbyes + soon parted ways. JD was the first to leave. I don't blame him. If I were him, all I would be thinking about was my nice + fluffy pillow waiting for me on my bed at home. Eventually, Chris made his way out to find his ride. Then, Deacon finally said his goodbyes + left us for the hot sun.
We parked in the economy daily lot, so we had to wait outside for the shuttle to take us to our cars. The air was hot + familiar, but we were finally back home. I know that Kris + Olivia had the same thoughts in their minds as I had about this entire journey. Aside from the awesome show that they put on for us in East Rutherford, all the off-stage antics, coincidences, + activities that took place from the past 3 days pretty much equals, if not succeeds, any other that we've encountered--ever. It was like none other experienced before.
While we were strapped for cash + time altogether, I'd say we all felt pretty proud of ourselves from the outcome of the Virgos trip. It's uncanny when you stay up during those insomniac late hours of the night + concoct strange + impossible ideas. Hey, when you're psycho in the head, you think anything's possible. Because most of the time, it is.
-- With Love, Kat
P.S. Thanks for reading, Virgos folks. :)
