Packing for flights is never my strong suit. I tend to overpack at the best of times and on this significant adventure, I have one suitcase with five pairs of shoes. Five. I hereby commission someone to invent a comfortable pair of shoes that can covert from sexy little flip flops to a elegant heel with a slide on and off sole. It would minimize the damage. I have two flats, one pair of heels for the wedding, flip flops for the beach and another pair of heels for the little black dress. This is where being a girl can be challenging. All for the bachelorette to the wedding of a dear friend. Here we go...
Except Toronto Pearson workers are on strike...so at meant a long two hour call to Air Canada who bumped my first flight up by 18 hours and I left the house in a hurry. They were great but it was tiring as the flight was delayed six hours and nothing was open for caffeine intake at the airport. Toronto was packed with people and flights were cancelled due to the strike causing chaos. Instead of flying to Harrisburg, I was detoured to Baltimore. This meant a change of plans and I was frantically texting my peeps to let them know.
End result? We went to the bride to be's house instead of a hotel and participated in the 4th of July festivities in Frederick, MD. We dropped off bags and proceeded to a lovely historically preserved downtown with a wide open field full of vendors selling fair foods at Baker Park. This was my first Maryland crab cake. We sat on a bench and watched an ever changing game of kickball. Basically, it resembled baseball with a soccer ball. The teams kept changing and evolving, with adults taking a lot of bruising as they tried to keep up with the kids. Late evening, the sky lit up with fireworks. People were swarming everywhere while fireflies flickered in the darkened evening.
Still, we didn't head back and instead, wandered into a local pub to sample some beer at JoJo's tap house. If nothing else, it was supposed to help me sleep. Tomorrow, onto Atlantic City.
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