I didn't actually spend 4 days on a roller coaster.  I'm referring to an emotional roller coaster.   I had been mentally and physically training for this for weeks.  And I've come out alive!  Imagine this.  You work two 13 hour days.  On the second day, your grandmother dies.  You take a red eye flight to Minnesota that night.  Your flight is delayed, of course.  Oh, and did I mention you are traveling with a super cute dog?  You arrive in Minnesota at 7:30 am, head to the hair salon and then to meet up with your boyfriend who is visiting his family [coincidently] in the same state.  You introduce him to your mom and your sister.  You show him where you grew up. You take him to a festival to meet your best friend and her parents.  The next morning you drive to Wisconsin where your boyfriend meets your aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, oh, and your dad.  No biggie.  After a long day at the lake you drive back to Minnesota at midnight only to wake up at 6:30 am for your grandmother's funeral.  There's more.  It's also your sister's 25th birthday!  Woohoo!  That night you stay up late crafting... because tomorrow is your best friend's bachelorette party.  P.S. You're hosting the party so it better be good.  The next day you pack up and catch a flight to.... Las Vegas baby!  Time to go home.  And for once, "Viva Las Vegas" sounds rather relaxing.