So.
I was reading Lizzie's blog today, and I saw I was QUOTED!
Hooray!
On her famous Quote of Today segment at the end of each post.
Although it was a while ago when she posted it, and I was a slacker and haven't seen her blog in a while, I am still quoted right there!
You wanna see what I said?
"She doesn't have to die, she could just SUFFER!!!"
I said it at lunch time.
Okay, so anyways, the title says Vacation! so I should probably get to the point now.
I'm in Georgia!
(the state, not the country)
Yep, that's right!
Georgia.
Okay, yesterday was 88 degrees, 76% humidity.
Talk about death!
It was torture!!
My parents were insistent about wandering around the City Market in Savannah, and wouldn't really let us go inside the shops where it was air conditioned.
Darn.
They also made us go on the Trolley Ride Tours there, too. It was fun...there were no windows so when the trolley moved we got blasted by cool air, but then I found out the tour was 80 minutes, in a no-air-conditioned-trolley-in-88-degree-weather tour. That was not the fun part.
Laney was sweating so much, she could've watered flowers!
Oh well. What's done is done.
Bleh.
I have to tell you a story
Story Time!
Soooo....
My fam had to ride on two planes to get to Savannah, Georgia.
From Salt Lake airport to Atlanta Airport. Change planes. Atlanta Airport to Savannah Airport.
Apparently there is no one flight ride from Salt Lake to Savannah.
Eh, oh well.
So we left at 2:00 pm in Salt Lake.
The flight was 3 hours and 5 minutes.
The pilot said so.
When we landed, in Salt Lake it WOULD'VE been 5:05 in UT, but in GA, it was 7:05.
Two hours difference.
Then our next flight would be at 8:45 to leave for Savannah, but when we checked what gate it would be at, it was CANCELED!
Right there.
Big bold red letters.
Location: Savannah, GA Gate: D4 Time: CANCELED
Nooooo!!!
We had to spend an extra day in Savannah.
Ick.
Gross.
Bleh
Icky blah yuck.
Who said that again?
I can't remember.
Back to the story.
So it took us a while to stand in line to talk to some people who would "sort the problem". When my dad came back they said that they wouldn't pay for the hotel room because the reason the flight was canceled was because "It's the weather, and we can't control that. So you have to pay for yourself. But we can get you a discount if you give them this piece of paper."
Grrrr.
So we went to the tram/bus/car thingie that would take us to the hotel that was twenty minutes away.
Yup.
We stayed there, and then left.
It wasn't that nice of a hotel anyway.
Oh well.
So that was my eventful day!
Talk to ya later.
Ciao,
Lizzy
