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You don't...even want to know...how my trip went.
Fine, I'll tell you.
So. First. I arrive six hours early to my flight out of Ithaca, cause they boot us off campus at noon. It was chaos cause some other flight had been cancelled and they were all being rebooked. So I go, print my tix, sit my ass down and finish Eldest, (which has a good if somewhat predictable ending, btw), and when six rolls around we start boarding. I notice my ticket don't got a seat number, and tell the person so, so I have to stand around with this other girl while they tried to find room. I guess the flight was oversold. We finally got on, but two carry-on's both had to be stowed (there was NO room).
Also, this was my first time on a plane with propellers. Imagine this. You're sitting in your seat. You look out the window. You see this GIGANTIC BLADE spinning about four feet away from you in your direction. The whole time in flight I kept thinking, "Given the velocity, direction and trajectory of that propeller blade, were it to come off, I would be DEAD without even having time to think about it."
Anyway, we land in Philedelphia, I get my carry-ons, go to the desk at the next gate, and they tell me that flight is oversold too, so I stand around for about an hour and a half waiting for room. Which isn't there. So my checked bag with all my clothes got on a plane to Vegas without me. So they give hotel and transportation vouchers to three of us and tell us to go to this place where we can catch a limo to the hotel. We call the limo, and he says he's two minutes out, so we go stand where we're supposed to. Takes him another half an hour to show up. Then--we figure out--the hotel isn't even in Philly--it's in fucking Jersey. Glouster, wherever that is.
So we get the hotel and arrange to meet the following morning, as the limo is supposed to come back for us. I go to my room, watch Fullmetal Alchemist (a good one, too) and attempt to sleep. Which is impossible, since my phone keeps ringing (once, no one's on the other end, once they're asking if I want a wake-up call (I say yes) and once asking about a noise complaint). Then I hear people shouting nextdoor and swearing and all this and it sounds pretty much like they're about to blow up the hotel or start shooting each other or something. I'm not sure I actually slept.
We meet at 5:15, and the limo never shows up, so the guy with us pays for a taxi back to the airport. We parted ways, as they had their tickets and I still had to get mine, so I check in and--Praise Deity!--get my spot on a direct flight to San Fran. Wait two hours for that, get on the plane, and just as we're about to take off the pilot says we have an hour and a half delay because of wind and rain in Frisco. Got that down to a half an hour and finally took off, and as we're coming in and hitting the godawful turbulence I get the most random and worst fucking stomache-ache of my life which miraculouly disappears when I land. Good as it was to see the 'rents again, we then had to wait for another half an hour while we talked to the US Airways people about where in hell my duffle is. I think it's in Vegas, but no one can be sure. In any case I still don't have it.
Pretty much all I had through the whole ordeal was some cereal, since I wasn't expecting bullshit like this. So I was fairly starving this morning. You have no idea how good airport bagels and coffee taste when you're that hungry and tired.
So I have no clothes, and I officially hate traveling, and would like to send out my hopes that US Airways and the one they merged with, America West (the merger is what screwed me, since they haven't fully integrated and I was supposed to switch from one to the other) burn in hell for a few eternities, but at least I'm home and alive with the fam.
Hung out with Liz today and did Xmas shopping. She's mostly recovered from her own godawful week, though she's not happy about Christmas this year since her family seems to mostly be ignoring it. I'd forgotten how much I'd missed that girl.
Well, it's good to be back. Right now I'm on Eastern time, and I did get up at 5:15 this morning, so sleep is looking pretty good right now.
Fine, I'll tell you.
So. First. I arrive six hours early to my flight out of Ithaca, cause they boot us off campus at noon. It was chaos cause some other flight had been cancelled and they were all being rebooked. So I go, print my tix, sit my ass down and finish Eldest, (which has a good if somewhat predictable ending, btw), and when six rolls around we start boarding. I notice my ticket don't got a seat number, and tell the person so, so I have to stand around with this other girl while they tried to find room. I guess the flight was oversold. We finally got on, but two carry-on's both had to be stowed (there was NO room).
Also, this was my first time on a plane with propellers. Imagine this. You're sitting in your seat. You look out the window. You see this GIGANTIC BLADE spinning about four feet away from you in your direction. The whole time in flight I kept thinking, "Given the velocity, direction and trajectory of that propeller blade, were it to come off, I would be DEAD without even having time to think about it."
Anyway, we land in Philedelphia, I get my carry-ons, go to the desk at the next gate, and they tell me that flight is oversold too, so I stand around for about an hour and a half waiting for room. Which isn't there. So my checked bag with all my clothes got on a plane to Vegas without me. So they give hotel and transportation vouchers to three of us and tell us to go to this place where we can catch a limo to the hotel. We call the limo, and he says he's two minutes out, so we go stand where we're supposed to. Takes him another half an hour to show up. Then--we figure out--the hotel isn't even in Philly--it's in fucking Jersey. Glouster, wherever that is.
So we get the hotel and arrange to meet the following morning, as the limo is supposed to come back for us. I go to my room, watch Fullmetal Alchemist (a good one, too) and attempt to sleep. Which is impossible, since my phone keeps ringing (once, no one's on the other end, once they're asking if I want a wake-up call (I say yes) and once asking about a noise complaint). Then I hear people shouting nextdoor and swearing and all this and it sounds pretty much like they're about to blow up the hotel or start shooting each other or something. I'm not sure I actually slept.
We meet at 5:15, and the limo never shows up, so the guy with us pays for a taxi back to the airport. We parted ways, as they had their tickets and I still had to get mine, so I check in and--Praise Deity!--get my spot on a direct flight to San Fran. Wait two hours for that, get on the plane, and just as we're about to take off the pilot says we have an hour and a half delay because of wind and rain in Frisco. Got that down to a half an hour and finally took off, and as we're coming in and hitting the godawful turbulence I get the most random and worst fucking stomache-ache of my life which miraculouly disappears when I land. Good as it was to see the 'rents again, we then had to wait for another half an hour while we talked to the US Airways people about where in hell my duffle is. I think it's in Vegas, but no one can be sure. In any case I still don't have it.
Pretty much all I had through the whole ordeal was some cereal, since I wasn't expecting bullshit like this. So I was fairly starving this morning. You have no idea how good airport bagels and coffee taste when you're that hungry and tired.
So I have no clothes, and I officially hate traveling, and would like to send out my hopes that US Airways and the one they merged with, America West (the merger is what screwed me, since they haven't fully integrated and I was supposed to switch from one to the other) burn in hell for a few eternities, but at least I'm home and alive with the fam.
Hung out with Liz today and did Xmas shopping. She's mostly recovered from her own godawful week, though she's not happy about Christmas this year since her family seems to mostly be ignoring it. I'd forgotten how much I'd missed that girl.
Well, it's good to be back. Right now I'm on Eastern time, and I did get up at 5:15 this morning, so sleep is looking pretty good right now.
