So for the last two night's I've woken up at 3 am after only a few hours of sleep. Jet-lag is a scary beast.
The odd part is that 3 am in Dubai is 6 pm in Maine - so it doesn't appear that I'm on that schedule, either. I'm a man without a timezone.
Oh well. At least the
Patriots are on in a few hours ...
So before that starts let me tell you about our surprise trip to Maine, something that we like to call
Mission: Christmas.

See, we told our families (and you) that we were going to Cairo for Christmas. And that was the plan ... for a few weeks. But sometime around Thanksgiving we decided that we should go home instead. But the thing is, we never told our family that the plans had changed.
We're sneaky, aren't we?
So we left our apartment at midnight on Sunday for the airport. Our flight out of Dubai was at 3 am on Christmas Eve. We arrived in London at 7 am their time. After a relatively quick three hour layover in London we got on a plane to Boston. Here we were quite lucky, if we had left only 24 hours earlier we would have been fogged-in in London. In fact, people who were supposed to leave on flights before us were stuck at Heathrow while we took off.
Gotta love air travel.
We landed in Boston and had all of our bags (a Christmas miracle!) and were through security at 2:30 pm their time. The plan was to take an express bus from Boston Logan Airport up to Maine and get in around 5 pm, then pick up a rental car in Maine. Honestly this was only the plan because I forgot to rent a car from Boston until the last minute, and apparently lots of people are traveling on December 24 and getting a rental car was, well, impossible.
Or so we thought.
We just barely missed the express bus to Maine, which meant the next bus was the non-express, stop-at-every-town-village and-hamlet-between-Boston-and-Portland, four hour long extravaganza.
That's not going to work for us. We've been up for too long, traveled too far for that.
So we took a chance and called a few car rental places at the airport. And somehow even though they told the internet that they had rented all of their cars, well, they hadn't.
Granted, the car we got was a bit insane.
How about a lemon yellow Pontiac Firebird ...

... with New York license plates?

I think my exact words were, "Great, I'm sure this won't attract
any attention driving up the Maine Turnpike on Christmas Eve."
I ended up driving 64 miles per hour the whole way. I wasn't getting a ticket, not after coming this far!
However our little race car
did have leather seats, XM satellite radio and a sunroof. Odd. Every other "economy" rental car I've ever been in has been a little less stocked. Also, aren't they generally some tiny car like a Hyundai Accent, Kia Rio or Chevrolet Aveo?
I think Santa was helping us out a little. Well, not with the color. Or the license plate.
Anyway, for geographic reasons we showed up at Liz's parents' house first. What a surprise! Liz's mom watched us walk in the door and was totally shocked for about fifteen seconds. Then the screaming started. Liz's father and brother were excited too, in their own way.
We got cleaned up, chatted for a bit, then it was on to surprise my folks. They were at my cousin's house in Casco, Maine. Every year for about a decade now she's had us and some family over for Christmas Eve.
Luckily the party has grown to friends as well, or our bright yellow sports car pulling into the driveway might have been more conspicuous.
As we were walking in my little cousins (technically my cousin's children - so is that my second cousin or something?) were walking out. We surprised them and their mom (my
real cousin) before going into the house to get everyone else.
Now, the only drawback with the party being composed with a majority of people I'm not related to, about three dozen people I'm not related to to be exact, is that when the hostess starts screaming and nobody recognizes us, well, that can kind of frighten the party-goers. At the very least it confuses them. Luckily my folks started hugging and kissing the both of us, so the party-goers could figure out through basic context clues that we weren't their to rob the place or steal their children.
You know, kind of how that Dateline guy generally doesn't hug and kiss the bad guys on
To Catch a Predator.
I felt bad, though, because my brother was a little upset that we didn't tell him the real plan. I tried to tell him that we needed him to help to convince my folks that we really were going to Egypt. If they got sad and he knew the truth, well, he would have had to tell them. Still, he felt a little slighted, which was a bummer.
Still, it was great to see them all.
The rest of the vacation was a blur. I think Liz and I each have a list of a dozen or more people that we wanted to catch up with but didn't.
We also wanted to go skiing, and we didn't.
Heck, I wanted to eat at
Taco Bell, and we didn't.
We did, however, get to see our grandparents, which was important to us. We also saw about a ton and a half of snow fall. Seriously, I can see why they've ditched the whole "global warming" name for the new "climate change". Ain't nothin' warming about the month of December in Maine.
Here are a few photos of the day after a storm that dropped
a foot 30 centimeters of snow in one day.


Yes, it's dawn in these photos, too. In the last few weeks I've seen more sunrises than any other one month period ever in my life.
Heck, we still have a few hours before the next one.
Maybe I should make some nachos before the football game. There's nothing like nachos for breakfast ...