We (I) screwed up already. That didn't take long.

Well...we got do Dulles International about 2 hours before our flight.  All went well through security and getting to our gate.  We got on the JetBlue flight and I remembered they have free Direct TV on all flights.  This is awesome because I got to watch the US Open the entire flight.  It's also great because when I got off the plane Rory McIlroy was in the lead.  This is significant to our trip because we arive in Ireland on Sunday afternoon and if he's still close to the lead Dublin (and all of Ireland for that matter) will be going nuts.  Basically, Europeans take their golf very seriously...and if he's in contention on Sunday at the US Open it will be WILD in Dublin.

Now, on to where I turn into an idiot.  We get off the plane and don't bother to look at a screen with gates on it, we just go to the gate printed on our boarding pass.  This sounds easy, but we walked for a solid 30 minutes, saw the Logan International Church (random), and didn't see one other living soul the entire time (I should have known something was wrong).  We finally get to the (supposedly) correct concourse and we sit through security (again), and about 30 minutes later we arrive in some random terminal with little planes at every gate that seat about 12 people.  So, we're obviously in the wrong place.  I thought the 17 people that had to look at my boarding pass that said I was going to London might realize that a 12 seat regional plane probably wouldn't be taking us there, but apparently not.  Anyway...

We then get directions to the other side of the airport, which required a shuttle to get to.  We arrive and go through security (again) and finally get to the gate that was on the screen...which apparently is going to Munich.  The nice guy at that counter points us to an Irish airline and says that's our gate.  I don't even know why I bothered going over there, because they obviously weren't Virgin Airlines flying into London.  Anywho, after about 10 more minutes of talking we finally found our gate.

It's only taken about 3 hours for all of this craziness to happen, so I can only imagine what the next 15 days hold in store.

As of now Megan and I are sitting in a food court, drinking a beer, and watching our 747 be loaded with luggage.  Basically, after all the craziness life is good and we're ready to continue this already wild journey.


G'Day Mates! (that's how they talk in London, right?)