I’m home in Alabama after a 14 HOUR travel day, that really was like a 20 hour nightmare day.
I was supposed to fly from New York to Atlanta yesterday afternoon. I got an automated call at 6:45am saying my flight was cancelled. I wouldn’t be able to get to Atlanta until New Years Eve at 4pm. (ummm NO I have NYE plans in Nashville with the boyfriend). I think quickly and ask about flights to Birmingham. I get one with a layover in Miami – a ONE HOUR layover (which makes me anxious). I’m excited, but stressed. The boyfriend is near Birmingham and can get me, but MY CAR is in a parking lot in Atlanta. I made a few options, slightly stressed, but happy to get back.
My mom and I (and Freddie my Pomeranian – I shouldn’t forget him, he kept me sane) leave for the airport at 12:30PM. Actually have little trouble getting through check in, security etc. We are at our and they are about start boarding when they said they have to wait for one of her flight attendedants to get to the gate – her other plane had landed, but she isn’t here. So we wait and wait. for 40 MINUTES. I’m already starting to panic about my connecting flight in Miami. We get on the plane and the pilot says we can make time up in the air so we’ll only be 10-15 minutes late. OK.
So on this flight I’m in good spirits and read one of my books I got for Christmas – Rachel Toor’s Personal Record: A Love Affair With Running. I read the WHOLE book. It was a 3 hour flight and the book was 163 pages. It was great. It had 26.2 chapters and she wrote the chapters to mimic the rhymthm of running a marathon (short bursts, long hauls, emotions, joy etc. This book was just the kick in the ass I needed to get focused and get running after taking 2 weeks to be effin lazy.
So we land in Miami only 10 minutes late and we sit and we sit. Our gate has another plane there. We waited 40 minutes on the runway – I grew more and more stressed as the minutes ticked by. My flight started BOARDING at 7:00 with a 7:30 departure time. We don’t start deplaning until 7:10 and of course I’m in on the last rows since I had gotten on that flight last minute. Freddie and I make a run for it. We’re at gate 17 and we need to get to 60. I weight my options and take the airtrain and then make a Home Alone-esque run for it.
I missed it. I got to the gate at 7:34. There are no flights to Birmingham until tomorrow. I have a hysterical breakdown. I tell the airline agent I need to get home – altanta, birmingham, columbus, montgomery anywhere and I can get home. I get a 9:30 flight to Atlanta and she gives me a $10 dollar meal voucher. In hindsight it was a good option, but I was still hysterical. Oh and my luggage was still going to Birmingham on tomorrow’s flight. GREAT.
Freddie and I wander looking for a Dunkin Donuts for coffee – it was closed, FAIL. I use my meal voucher on a Nathan’s hotdog meal and share it with Freddie. I go towards my Atlanta gate and see the flight has been delayed until 10:30. I am ON EDGE. I am terrified I am not going to get out tonight. I have an Uncle in North Miami and a friend in South Beach, but I wanted to be home so bad.
Finally at 10:00 we start boarding. Everyone is on board and we are ready, but our captain says we are waiting for our new co-captain because they took the other co-captain off this flight (and hence the delay). I’m pretty sure this co-captain like came from his HOUSE to come and fly this plane. Whatever, I’m thankful. We take off and finally I feel slightly better. I slept for about half the flight on and off. We land in Atlanta at 12:20 AM (12 hours since I first left for the airport). I worry about sitting on the runway like we did in Miami. Lucky we got to our gate and I headed to go pick up my shuttle to get my car. Well before I got to my car Freddie and I stopped at the fabulous little dog park in the Atlanta Airport and I let him frolic and potty for a bit. We was cooped up for a loooong time.
So I get to the shuttle, get to my car – I had stress about my car too, but all was good. However It was 1:00 AM and I still have an hour and half to drive home. Thanks for coffee, music, cold air and people to talk to on the phone at this ungodly hour I made it to my house at 2:45AM.
Last night was the best 8 hours of sleep I EVER had.
Today I’m off to Birmingham to spend the weekend with the boyfriend which includes picking up my luggage at the airport and going to Nashville for NYE.
Happy 2011 to all of you!