Planning a weekend with the long-distance love of your life is simple.
Find the cheapest flight that gets you together the soonest, and leaves the very latest minute possible.
Planning a weekend with the former long-distance love of your life, ex-fiance, after being estranged for two years is much, much, more hairy.
It’s a polite dance really.
Picking times most convenient to the host. Delicately balancing too much time/potential emotional minefields that make a quick exit necessary.
He had the option of coming as early as Friday night and leaving as late as early Monday morning.
I decided that was too much time for this kind of trip. I don’t want the whole album, I want the sample snippets before I commit.
Coming in Friday night would have been awkward, in my opinion. There wouldn’t be much to do after 10 p.m. unless we went to the casino.
Another compromise was made. Arrive Saturday afternoon to the airport nearest me and leave Sunday night from another airport.
We’d have basically just enough time to possibly enjoy the moment, but not linger long enough to be more awkward than what it already is.
Trying to pick the flights made me nuts. He kept asking what I thought was best.
I was just thinking that I wanted us to get through it and no one be hurt afterwards but I didn’t want him to stay too long, but I didn’t want to be upset if we had a great time and it was cut too short.
But above all else, I knew him getting here Friday morning and leaving Monday morning was not going to be a good idea.
We both agreed this was going to be awkward.