My Dom, Mr.Nab, had already dished out a PreVegasSettleTheFuckDownMiss sort of spanking, which did nothing to lower my giddy glee and anticipation of the fun to come. I have no idea how long I lay there beside him, hoping and hoping to get to sleep, but when that damn alarm went off at 430 am I was certainly feeling it.
We hustled through our morning must do's, dressing and loading the truck wtih my two bags (plus carry on, plus purse.. What can I say) and his one medium bag.. I left a thank you note for RK&f, twisted my hair into a clip and we stumbled out the door.
I had chosen to dress in a long skirt and tak top, with a lacey sweater... which I knew would be fine once we hit vancouver ,but in Edmonton is was freaking cold. I shivered miserably in truck as we made the 45 minute drive to the airport.
Mr. Nab expertly navigated the nearly deserted city, and we arrived at the airport with plenty of time. Still shivering like a nudist in a snowstorm I straggled alongside my Sir. As we entered the airport, I dug out our passports and our flight confirmation number and we attempted to check in at the computer checking station... The lovely machine promptly spat out my boarding pass, but the screen displayed this ominous message, "Mr. Nab's boarding pass cannot be processed here. Please check in at the counter".
We entered the long line, which to be fair we had to do to check out bags anyways. While we waited I asked, sweetly, if there was anything I should know. Mr. Nab gave me his 'not amused' look, which of course had me much cheered. At the counter the attendant professionally checked our bags and provided us with a boarding pass for Mr. Nab. I asked if there was an issue, and she calmly shared that while there was no issue, Mr. Nab was the proud winner of an enhanced pat down-ie: he had been randomly selected to go through enhanced measures at the international airport in Vancouver.
I tossed Sir a gleeful grin, opened my mouth and he said, "don't." Anyone that knows me also knows that telling me 'no' or 'don't' is not much of a deterrant... Needless to say I was giggling like a maniac..
We headed to the security checkpoint, me teasing Sir the entire way... "Not even there yet and you are getting some action!" I chortled. Mr. Nab, to his credit, is incredibly laid back and took my ribbing and the situation with a calm that I envy to no end. I am not sure if I am just that bratty, If my humor is that skewed or if I was just beyond tired and giddy, but the calmer Sir was, the harder I giggled.
It certainly did not help matters that when the TSA fellow scanned Sir's boarding pass he ALSO gave Sir a huge shit eating grin, and said, "Uh, you know you were randomly selected..?" Keep in mind that Sir is a Six foot tall very pale bald guy-he stands out. And the agent was this 5'9" (ish) wiry built, dark hair, dark skinned gentleman. So it was quite ironic, which tickled me to no end.
So there we were, Sir, my giggling self and the grinning TSA fellow. Although Sir gave the gent a wry smile and nod, he was less amicable in regards to my mirth. He marked me to the first set of tables at the screening area, bent my protesting and giggling self over the table and delivered a resounding volley of.....
Ok... that didn't happen... I mean, no spanking-the giggling did happen..
Regardless we managed to board our plane and arrived in Vancouver without any further fuss. We immediately headed to customs, where the border agent was humorous and entertaining as he stamped our passports. then we entered the security area for international travel, which had me giggling again. The actual pat down took perhaps ten seconds, it was nothing really, but it oh so amused the hell out of me.
The rest of our flight was peaceful, I am sure I slept a little. Watching that last stretch of scenery I was again terribly excited!! Almost there!!
Unfortunately, our misadventures had only begun. We landed without a problem, but while all my luggage arrived without an issue, Sir's bag did not. There was however, a bag on the carasoul that was the same bag, except a different colour. We reported to the Agent, and they admitted they did not knmow if the bag had been flagged. We left our information, and headed to the hotel.
We had been on the 'road' for 13 hours at this point., and Sir was not impressed with the idea of having to show up at the Shadowlane dinner in the clothing he had travelled in. So we checked into the hotel and walked to a 'nearby' set of shops.
I was wearing sandals, and by the time we arrived at the shops my foot had a HUGE blister... so I did what any girl would do! I browsed shoes. Sir was not able to find anything that impressed him clothing wise and we returned to the hotel.
Where I unpacked a little, changed (and got well and truly spanked) and we headed to the dinner.
Here is me in my corset, in Vegas
