It’s travel time, again. We’re heading to Chicago at a terribly early hour on Southwest Airlines to use up some free trips that Casey had racked up over the years. I don’t understand their boarding and seating scheme and have reservations about the process.
The purpose of the trip? Four days of the Coachella music festival.
The line-up is chock full with band names barely recognizable as words, but I know a handful and the tickets were free.
Got a sitter lined up for Edie and my brother is popping over to boot. She senses something is up and being extra clingy.
