The husbear and I left the house at 2 AM to make the two hour drive to the Tulsa International Airport for our 6 AM flight to Orlando.

So far, so good.

Then, somehow at check-in, I managed to “accidentally” upgrade us to First Class. On our ONE hour jump flight to Dallas. How the hell did I manage that? I could have sworn it said Dallas to Orlando. Well, it’s a vacation… but I still feel stupid. The husbear is still making fun of me for it. Now I think he only deserves one hour of First Class treatment. I don’t want him to get used to it.

It’s also weird being the first people in the airport. We actually had to wait for the TSA drones to get here and clock in before we could even check in. Bizarre, bizarre, bizarre.

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We landed in Dallas. The husbear says we are flying First Class more often from now on.

For the first time ever in the history of me flying, our connection in Dallas leaves from the exact same gate we landed at. Just in two hours…

That’s two hours of hot man watching in Texas… or not.

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The husbear actually said this:
“I wonder if they [the pilots] have a Garmin up there to know where to go.”

I just gave him a look.

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We have landed in the Mouse House. We met up with our cohorts from Arkansas who were waiting at the airport as well.

Watch out Orlando… the Arkansas gay contingent is in the house.