I'm Retiring My Passport

I never thought I'd say this, but I think it's time to give up the traveling for a bit. I came to this conclusion while I was sitting in my lovely hotel room in Chelsea. You see, today was unlike any travel day I've had before.

It started out wonderfully relaxing on Virgin Air (the flight was so fantastic I didn't want it to end). I first hit some troubles going through immigration. Calling it troubles is an understatement. Let's just say I have a very well-traveled passport (Honduras, Austria, Germany, France, Switzerland, Canada, etc), and it looks it. I think it has something to do with it getting caught in a horrendous rain storm in Honduras (our professor wasn't bright enough to tuck them away). I tried to get it replaced, but I was told it was damaged enough. Well, I say tell that to the lovely lady who barked at me today. She made it quite clear that if I tried to re-enter the UK with my current passport, I'd be put IN JAIL and then promptly sent home! Can you imagine how hard it was for Whit not to laugh at the thought of her boss being thrown in jail?? And she made it clear she was documenting that in my file. It was all I could do to NOT LAUGH! How does someone who's passport is supposedly not showing up have a file to be documented? Just like I thought - she was having a bad day and taking it out on me. ;-)

So I pick up my bag (more on THAT later) and go to meet our driver. I casually drop the name of our hotel, but I guess our driver wasn't listening, because he took us to the wrong hotel. So after listening to him yelling about how absolutely crazy people are, he drops us at the right hotel.

After checking in with no problems, we arrived at our lovely room - with ONE BED - at the completely sold out hotel. LOVELY.

So I finally decide it's time to lay out my clothes for tomorrow and get showered, and I discover I GRABBED THE WRONG SUITCASE. Yes, someone else traveling on my same flight has my SAME EXACT brown crocodile suitcase. I don't know if I should be laughing, crying, screaming or what (lots of missing Jimmy Choos, Junkfood t-shirts, and Citizens jeans right now), but hopefully it gets sorted out in the morning.

For now, I'll drink my tea and watch "Win A Date With Tad Hamilton." Seems like a nice way to end a ridiculously awful day.

Peace, Love, & Shopping!

TW.

P.S. If I do run into that terrible woman at Immigration again, I may need you all to write some FREE TINA signs for the stint in jail she promised me. ;-)