American always seems to bite my ass. I'm scheduled to be in Washington D.C. in two weeks for work. What better idea than to bring Bo for some inevitable lonely relief. I've been stalking flights since I found fares for cheap-o. Bo had to clear his basketball schedule so he hesistated to book a flight. I arranged my travel this afternoon at work locking in my flight for $303 - a steal for DFW-DCA. Not 8 hours later, sale OVER! Bo decided this evening he would be able to go and American offered nothing non-stop for less that $700. Fucking ridiculous.
Luckily, I tested my patience, but found Bo a flight into BWI for $256 round trip! Score. He'll just hop a little bus to the Metro and meet me in a city that is beginning to creep up my list of lovely destinations. There's an energy in Washington D.C. that in no way rivals my love for NYC, but exudes a unique, powerful air.
Now to plan Mr. History's museum agenda while I'm working everyday..
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