The girls make it back to Colorado, enjoying some solitude after their crazy week in Connecticut.
TAMMY:
The blaring sound of 'Reveille' jolted us awake at 5:00 AM. I have GOT to talk to Gina about her warped way of waking us up! Although, I do have to admit, it was effective -- there's no way we could have slept through that alarm.
She turned the noise off, and I turned over to kiss her good morning. Smiling, she said, "Yahoo, darlin', we're goin' home!" The wedding, and seeing my hometown again was great, but I'm just as ready as Gina is to get the hell out of here. While we lay there stretching, my phone buzzed with a message from Momma, saying they had just woken up and would meet us down in the café after they showered and dressed.
We got up to pee, brushed our teeth, and got in the shower ourselves. After the shivers that ran through us with the small orgasms brought on by the razor, we scrubbed each other clean. We got dressed, tousling our short hair dry and putting on our 'travelling' makeup, then finished packing everything in our suitcase and carry-on duffle bag.
After a last sweep to make sure we had everything, we wheeled our bag to the elevator, and I dumped the empty vape pin in the garbage can in the hallway. Momma and Angie were already in the restaurant, so I turned in our keycards and checked out while Gina wheeled our suitcase and duffle over to the café and left them with the other bags, out of the way but still in our sight. We had our good morning hugs and kisses with the newlyweds, then we all sat down to eat.
GINA:
Everybody is really excited -- Angie and Keme are going to Florida, and leaving on their cruise tomorrow, and Tammy and I are going home to our own little private nirvana. They're lucky, since they will get to Florida not long after noon, and will be able to eat then. Tammy and I made sure to eat a big breakfast because we're going to be going through 2 time zones, and that's going to screw us up (again) for a couple of days.
We went outside and they brought the rental around. With our bags loaded, we stopped to get some large coffees for the drive and started for Hartford. We're pretty much on schedule to get to the airport, get checked in, and go through security before we have to hurry up and wait for our flights. The drive didn't seem that long, since we had a lively conversation going the whole way.
After a stop to fill the car up, we drove to the airport and Tammy turned in the rental. We checked our bags and got our boarding passes, then got in line for security. When that clusterfuck was finished, we went to Keme and Angie's gate and sat around talking until it was time to board. Telling us they'd call tonight from Florida, we all hugged and kissed good bye, and they were on their way to the Caribbean.
Our gate was a little farther down the concourse, so I started walking in that direction. Tammy grabbed my hand and led me into an airport bar, smiled and said, "Honey, we've got some time, and I know how you are on takeoffs, so let's get a drink before we board." She's right, of course -- that incident with the crop duster doing a kamikaze dive underneath the power lines when I was a kid is going to haunt me forever, I suppose.
TAMMY:
Not really wanting to get my hand crushed this morning, I figured a Bloody Mary would help Gina with her takeoff apprehension. We finished our drinks and got to our gate just as they were starting to board, so we got on the plane and settled in the comfy first-class seats. I know it's wrong, but I giggled a little when we taxied out on the tarmac and got in line -- Gina's grip on my hand was slowly getting tighter the closer we got to takeoff.
When we blasted down the runway, I had to use both of my hands to hold hers and prevent serious injury to myself. What's weird is that once we got a couple of thousand feet up, Gina's nervousness stopped like a switch had been flipped. The flight itself was smooth, and we talked about everything from Momma's wedding to our own upcoming marriage. The switch was flipped again when we heard and felt the engines start powering down for the descent into Denver.
Gina looked at me apologetically when she gripped my hand again. I smiled and told her not to worry about it. "In fact," I said, "if you went through this plane, I'd bet there's a shitload of people even more terrified than you." We managed to land without flying under any power lines (!), then started the long walk to the other end of the airport to catch our commuter flight to Durango.
There was a short layover before our flight left, but soon enough, we were boarding the turboprop for the final leg of our journey. Other than the death grip of Gina during takeoff and landing, the trip home wasn't bad, even though it was a little bumpy in a couple of places from turbulence. We grinned broadly at each other when we got off the plane, knowing we'd soon be home.
Our luggage even made it with us, and after we got our bag, we walked out into the main lobby. I called for an Uber while Gina called the security company to tell them we'd be home in about an hour, and she got the code to enter once we arrived. When she finished her call, she told me the security people said there were no problems, and other than the mailman and Tomas' crew coming to mow and clean the pool, nothing had happened.
GINA: