How Georgia wants me to stay

When I opened my eyes and realized it should not be so light outside at 6.30 am I think I got a heart-attack. I ran to my phone, discovered it was 9.20 am, shouted multiple times ‘Fuck’, tried to wake up my friend who was supposed to bring me to the airport (which didn’t work all so well, as it seemed he was in a coma), got dressed faster than the guinnes book of records has ever encountered, stuffed the last things in my bag, and discovered from my friend that the check-in already had closed.
However, missing my flight and therefore postponing it with one day wasn’t the only sign of proof Georgia was not going to let me go. Sitting at the airport now, so at least I made it till the boarding part (free wifi at the airport ROCKS btw).
I was supposed to fly on the 18th, and had a place reserved on the plane. According to the lady from my travel agency I could come in any day to pay for it, and so I did, a couple of days later. Unfortunately, due to miscommunication, or the lady of the travel agency being stupid (the latter I do belief is somehow true, but that had more to do with the fact my last name is spelled wrongly on the ticket; how is it possible to write a four letter name wrong, Snip isn’t that difficult, but somehow, she came up with Spn.... oh, and not to forget my ticket says Mr Spn.... not even Mrs Spn), anyway, she laughed at me and told me my reservation was gone, since ‘everybody’ knows, you have to pay for it 4 days ahead max. When I told her, she did not inform me about it, she looked at me and said: ‘But it’s logical!’. Very logical indeed.
Nevertheless, I decided to swallow it and change the flight to another date, a more expensive one. First she told me the ticket would be only 20 Lari more if I would go on the 21st. I thought that was an oke price. I had to wait for some sort of confirmation while being at the agency’s office. And I waited, for 40 minutes, I waited for 40 minutes for her to tell me she was wrong and the ticket would be 80 Lari more. You can understand my frustration, so I asked her if she could check the price of the 20th; she did, at least I thought that she did so, however, after another ten minutes, she returned to me and said with a big happy smile she booked my ticket. Of course I told her that I needed to know the price before agreeing upon booking, and she said: ‘80 Lari more’, with again, a face: but-that-is-logical. I told her that normally when I book a ticket (which I always do online, now I realize again why), the price is different per day, and that is why I wanted to check, and I preferred the flight on monday. She stressed out, told me it didn’t work like that in Georgia (like Georgia is on another planet, right), and that she already booked it. I swallowed it, again, and left her office one and a half hour later, with a more expensive ticket on a date I didn’t want (I am such a pushover.....).
Anyway, I was supposed to fly on the 20th, but when after a crazy night of partying for my goodbye, I got home at six, and decided I could sleep for just 20 minutes. Just 20 minutes...