Finally made it home.
and I say FINALLY because....
the shuttle came and picked me up at 3:30 am. got to the airport around 4am...flight at 6am. The check-in desk didn't even open up till 4:30am, so I sat around for half an hour. Check in...fine. I'm walking to security and I look at my boarding passes...they forgot to give me one. head back to check in....get all of my boarding passes. I had 2 layovers, one in Salt lake City (NOOOOOO!) and one in Atlanta.
Go to my gate, grab a sausage mcmuffin and eat some breakfast. board the plane. Now, I had been up on Saturday morning about 6:30 am....had a busy day roaming around Berkeley..but I'll talk about that later. So I went to bed Saturday night around 11pm, hoping to get at least a few hours of sleep. didn't happen. couldn't sleep. so by this time I had been up for 24 hours, and I was getting a little loopy, if ya know what I mean. Like I had been smoking and drinking the whole time I was in CA.....but I hadn't been. I'm sure you get the idea. OH!!!! and there was some chick sitting across from me at the gate with big huge black sunglasses on! At first I thought it was one of the Kardassian sisters, but then her boobs weren't big enough...or her ass. So it was just some random chick sitting there, texting away on her phone wearing dark sunglasses at 5am in the morning. whatever.
SOOOOOOOOOO....we board the plane, i get to my seat, thinking, "I'm going to sleep all the way to SLC"....we're pulling out of the gate.....and we stop. and sit there for a few minutes. then the captain comes over the loudspeaker, "Good morning folks...we're having a little problem with a generator in an engine. This controls the electricity on the plane. so we're going to pull back into the gate so they can take a look at it. Should take about a half-a-hour or so. so sit back and relax"
ok. Fine, I'll just sleep.
"Good morning again folks. seems the problem is a little bigger than we thought. We;re going to have you de-board the plane. those of you making connections, we'll do our best to set you up on other flights. thanks for flying with Delta." ya, whatever Delta. you suck.
so we all get off, about 100 people, and head to the desk to get other flights. LOOOOOONG line of people. so about 8am, while still standing in line, Delta announces,
"Well folks the flight to Salt lake City is back on. The plane has been repaired and we have an 8:30am take off set. You may re-board the plane in a few minutes."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? DO YOU REALLY THINK I WANT TO GET BACK ON A PLANE THAT WAS JUST BROKEN A FEW MINUTES AGO? OH HELLS TO THE NO!!!!!
So we all get back on the plane. OH! and I had no one sitting next to me, so I basically had 2 seats all to myself. YES!
Did I sleep? oh nooooooo. Too busy praying to God that I at least make it to Salt Lake city! ;)
Get there just fine, no problems. WOOHOO! make it in time for my connection too, so that was cool. I really didn't feel like spending another night in SLC, tho I could have at least seen the city this time, unlike going there when it was 11pm by the time I made it to my hotel.
SOOOOOOOOO....on the plane to Atlanta....3 and a half hour flight. sitting next to an engineering professor on a trip to Montana with a bunch of students. She was cool as hell and we talked and watched HGTV. Still no sleeping. Why is it that planes are so damn uncomfortable? sheesh. So each seat had it's own little tv and you could watch movies or tv shoes and stuff like that. I chose to listen to music. Michael Buble, "Crazy Love"...and what do I do? I start bawling like a baby. snot running down and tears everywhere. I was just losing my shit, right there on the plane. that song really hit me and all I wanted to do was get home....BAD.
so I pulled it together...we get to Atlanta and I have a few minutes till my flight to Cleveland. Get on the little commuter plane and finally get home. 40 hours without sleep. Marvin picks me up and I am LOONEY TUNES by this point!!!! and I mean LOONEY ok?
But we make it home and I see My Boys and I hug em like crazy and pass out souvenirs and crap like that. I was soooo glad to be home, I cannot even tell you.
I am staying away from planes for a while.
At least a month.
:)
13 comments:
Just as long as we don't hear "unruly woman grounds flight!"
ya know, if I was home as little as you are I might be able to tolerate being married again!! I like your system....I'm just sayin
You know how I know you was crazy, tranny? You listened to Michael Freakin Buble's version of that song, not the far superior original by Van Morrison. That makes you near the bat$hit crazy level...
I didn't get your comment until late on Friday and then was up tossing and turning trying to figure out how to make it work (aka meet you at the market or on campus). But we were super busy on Saturday (with dog training and a birthday party) so timing wasn't on my side and then my brain started to freakout... how does one go about meeting a blogger friend? What do you talk about? Do you just casually stroll up and say "Hi Beth" or what? Do tell, how did you finally meet up with your blog followers/those that you follow? All I can think of is awkwardness (though clearly in your awesomeness, that would evaporate quickly, but still!!!)
froggy: that will come next!
snugs: my system WORKS girl...just sayin! ;)
Babe: I am LOVING Michael Buble's version....LOVING it...listening to it on repeat as I write this. I don't care fro HIM, but I like this version. guess I should try Van's uh? ;) XOXOXO
Lindsey: let me just say this...I've met quite a few "blog friends" and I've NEVER had a bad experience...NEVER EVER. never any awkwardness or anything. and some of them have become my BEST FRIENDS...people I turn to at a moments notice and they're there for me.....we would totally had a great time wandering the campus and looking at the hippies!!! maybe next time, huh? :)
Thankfully your home safe...suga
When I get home from work, I am so sending you a copy of Van's version - the man wrote the song, and is just amazing.
ah, the reduced oxygen at altitude combined with you sleep deprivation prolly lead to the tears. It certainly did not help! You should had a few shots, that would of put you out! :)
Deary, I hate to tell you this but every plane you have ever flown on was broken and then repaired before you got on it. :) As a former aircraft mechanic I am hurt, yes *hurt* that you have so little faith in us. {sniff} ;)
We used to have a saying when we finished a job on a plane, "I would put my kids on that plane!" with the clear meaning that I KNOW that plane is SAFE. At one time the saying was "I would put my wife on that plane." then divorce got to common and no one was really *sure* that meant the plane was safe or not! :)
That God I drive where ever I go. It's SO much easier, a lots more fun!
Oh yeah Beth I fly commercial quite a bit- I have almost 200,000 frequent flier miles banked up. Then I fly my plane to boot so I be's jees a little airplane crazy! :)
I would have not gotten back on the plane. period. You are one brave ho.
Unless there is an ocean involved, I will drive...
sounds lovely!!!
i had one of those crying fitts on a plane once.
not pretty
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