Makes for a funny story I guess

Last Friday, I was at the Michigan Collegiate Fair as one of Ricardo's representatives. What was ironic, though, was that I should have been on the other side of the table as one of the students visiting booths. Most candidates I even talked to were either graduating, graduated, or going back to school for another degree and I am barely and undergrad. One of the perks of going to these things: they had this amazing buffet for the employers and employer representatives. I walked off to eat lunch and take a look around and Lynda was like "Just don't get another job!" Ironically, little do they know, I have been applying to a ridiculous amount of other summer internships that are mostly out of state.

My mom's birthday was this past Friday and we ended up celebrating on Monday at Tuesday's (when she said she wanted to go to Tuesday's, I thought she meant she wanted to go on Tuesday). She likes it there because they have this great salad bar (all-you-can-eat of course).
Friday night, D was supposed to get home from Europe but instead, his flight from JFK to Detroit got canceled. From there, every possible thing that could have gone wrong, went wrong. All night, Maggie and I were trying to figure out what to do. If he took a bus home, he'd have to take 4 suitcases with him on a taxi for almost an hour to Port Authority before getting on a 15 hour bus ride and paying extra money for having so much luggage. There were no more cars to rent except round-trip cars, and even if he could get a car, he would have to pay extra for not being at least 25 and then drive through the bad weather. There were no more train tickets available for the time being, and the airline reps told him the earlier flight out to Detroit he could definitely reserve a ticket for was Monday afternoon. It was such a mess. Saturday, he was supposed to get put on 3 different flights - one was a standby flight that he waited in line 3 hours for, and the third flight was delayed 3 times before finally arriving in Detroit 10:15pm (over 24 hours since he was supposed to be home). His luggage was on the previous flight he was supposed to be on to top it off.

The first thing we did Saturday was rent The Terminal and laugh about it :)