Doyle Rules

Lyda made it and eats her breakfast and lunch in the car.

No joke there's was some question as to whether or not this was going to happen- Friday afternoon, poolside:

Courtney: Um, I'm just going to tell you this now so you don't freak out when it actually happens.

Steph: ohmygod, WHAT?

Court: There's no way Lyda's making it on time.

Steph: (lowers head) I know

(Courtney waits)

Steph: But ohymygod she has to, I will kill her, like stab her, if she doesn't make it on time, I told her when she was here last week, thatwe'dleaveacarforherattheaiportanddirections- should we take a car to the airport now, will we have time tomorrow between hair and nails and getting dressed?? ohmygod I'm dying I can't breathe.

C: We Should call her.

S: Yes, tell her to fly out tonight.

C: She's going to kill us.

S: Do it

Courtney dials- italisized quotes are background screaming.

Lyda: Helloooooh?

C: Lyda it's Courtney

S : and Stephanie!

L: Hey!!

C: So listen we're thinking that if at all possible you should try to possibly get an earlier flight.

S: get in your car and go the airport right now!!!

Lyda: What? Why?

C: I was delayed 6 hours, diverted to Atlanta, Maureen's friends flying from New York have all had to get on different flights and now have to drive from Jacksonville, apparently they're cancelling flights all up and down the east coast...

S: GET IN THE CAR! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!

L: It's going to be fine!

C: You'd hate to be wrong

S: It's not going to be fine, you're flying from Philadelphia NOTHING is EVER fine at that airport!

L: I'm not worried

S- Give me the phone, Lyda, you dont' have to worry because we worry for you, please please, go to the airport right now get on an earlier flight, I'll cut you a check for the difference.

L: Put Courtney back on the phone

S: hands phone to Courtney

L: I'm going to kill her.Will you please give her a Xanax or something. I'll see you in the morning, if I'm late just tell me where you parked the car.
C: Laughs, ok, bye- fly safe!

And of course she was on time, and the guys picked her up, sending us joyous texts about the Lyda-eagle landing, while we were simultaneously being insulted and having our nails done.( story for another day). We had 45 minutes to get dressed and were backing out of the driveway at 12:29 p.m., exactly 1 minute ahead of schedule.