Barfaroo to Saint Loo

Erin got us back for abandoning her last night by being up all hours of the morning, which didn't much matter since Bailey decided she needed to throw up every other hour, doing so twice in our bedroom, which Ainsley cleaned up with so much toilet paper the commode overflowed.
**cue SitCom music**

Tired, cranky, and probably still wearing eye makeup, who knows, I left for the airport before Ainsley took Ryan to a friend's birthday party being held at a Fire Station. Think he had more fun, but I got more miles.
After an uneventful flight to St Louis, Chris and I got a rental and checked in at the local AFB lodging, ironically now managed by someone who used to work in our office, before heading back downtown to meet with the American escorting General and the AF attache from Singapore prior to the week-long trip.
Hit a loud but NFL highlight-filled Sports Bar for dinner, then walked around the new Cardinals baseball stadium and the Arch, wonderfully lit up, both of us marvelling at how few people were around. Finally headed back to the airport to do a drive-by hello to our guests as they got off their plane and put faces to silly name ("Ng") before turning in.