Day 1 & 2: How aren't we dead yet?

Days one and two of this amazing vacation has been something ridiculous, let me reassure you guys.

It all started with Dugen sending me a text in the whee hours of the morning. "I'm running this close, I'm scared." "...What?" "It says the airports 89 miles away, and I'm going 86, and my flight leaves in an hour." "WHY DID YOU WAIT SO LONG TO LEAVE, BRO?" "i've got it under control."
Dugen was running a little late, and the MINIMUM he went on the highway was 12 over the speed limit. He even found himself going 95 at one point in time, in a 60 for fuck sake.
He made it to the airport on time, he got in line 35 minutes before his flight left. However, he wasn't helped until 29 minutes before. He got into a huge fight with the woman behind the desk, she refused to let him on the plane because he was 29 minutes early instead of 30.
"You're telling me that one minute means everything, huh?" "That's right, sir. I'm sorry, sir, I cannot let you on that plane." He was furious, fucking pissed: Because we found out he could get on the next flight(s), the next to Denver was at 8 PM, and the next to STL was going to be 10 PM at night on thursday, meaning he would've been arriving TODAY. Ugh.
It all got sorted out, though, he's here, basically one of the guys snuck him through the line and told him "it's dumb, she should've let you go. Just run to your plane."

I eventually had to wait six douchebagging hours (I WAS SO BORED) until I went to go pick up Tyler & Dugen from the airport. Dugens flight came in at 6 PM on the fucking dot, and Tyler's came in at 6:30. It wouldn't worked amazingly, and we would've been golden. I got on the metro at 4:30, arriving at about 5:30 at the airport and waiting 30 minutes for Dugen, until I find out he has a delay in Denver. Shearing winds, tornados. Dugens plane was over two hours late. I found Tyler and we waited from about 6:30 until about 7:35 when Dugen got in. The second we got in we booked it to the metro and left and came back home. We didn't get in Swansea until about 9. We went to Shop'N'Save for sun screen and soda, tea and juice, then we went to steak n shake and ate quickly. We got home at about 10, when we surprised Craig and basically hung out for 4 hours at my house and going to walmart cause we're retarded.

Six flags was Thursday, we woke up with only slept for about 3 hours that whole night, got a nice breakfast, wasn't really prepared, and left early to get there early. It wasn't worth it at all. My stomach was killing me from the lack of sleep all day, and about 3 hours into it a huge headache started to kick in, yet everyone else was fine. Dugen got blisters on his foot from the water park, and Craig's sunglasses broke, but stuff happens. There's so much that went wrong at six flags, but overall my day completely sucked at six flags. I really don't want to go back; I don't think I will.

We got back from six flags and grandma cooked us some amazing dinner, then we went and played poker, watched jackass 3.5 then just messed around in my house until 4. And I just woke up at 11.

A lot of bad things happened; I made the most amazing woman I know (In fact, I'm dating her.) feel lonely and abandoned, as well as not cared for. I'm just trying my best to let her know that isn't the case and that I love her very much. My headache and stomachache hasn't really disappeared, but despite all of that it's been the funniest vacation yet. I'm going to die of laughter.