We missed our flight from Houston to Phoenix because of s/o,after we had both ate all the pot we had left over,I took a xanax before getting on the plane,When they started serving drinks,we both asked for a screwdriver,but I was so calm I didn,t want to get too loaded,so he drank mine,he had 8 all together,I,m sure they wouldn,t give one person so many drinks,but they thought I was drinking half of them.We had a 2 hour wait at the Houston airport,he had to have some beers,he made the taxi driver that was taking us to the airport at Costa Rica stop and drank 3 beers before we even got on the plane.While we were at the Houston airport,he told me he took 2 valiums,and I,M the one whose scared to fly.He got so wasted he couldn,t walk.He insisted we go have one last smoke even though it was 10 after 8p.m.,and we were supposed to be at our gate at 8:05 p.m.,Ilet go of him to put our travel bag on the ground and when I turned back to him,he was on the ground too.You know how when you come back inside the airport you have to put your bags through security?After our stuff went through the machine the security lady asked me if he was my husband"Maybe"I said,I was so ashamed.Next thing I know, an airport cop comes up to us and tells me he could arrest him for being drunk in public,I talked us out of that,but he told me even if I got him to the gate on time,they wouldn,t let him on the plane.We missed our flight,I was sooo pissed off at him,sometimes you can dress them up,but you just can,t take them out.He tried to compare this to him having to have some guy help get me up the stairs when we were there,but that didn,t cut it with me,it didn,t ruin any plans.The saddest thing is,last time we were in Mexico,we came home a day late and our kids thought we were in jail,we come back a day late from Costa Rica,they thought we were in the slammer.
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