Here I am in Vancouver
Yesterday, I drove to the airport, and parked in the parking garage,
because I was flying internationally, and my flight was leaving in 45
minutes, and I didn't want to mess around with the economy parking or
the shuttle. I parked, went and checked in, and learned my flight was
delayed. Forty-five minutes.
So, I went and got a small, pumpkin spice frappucino and fretted
around a bit, called Dereck, told him I wasn't going to move the van,
hung up the phone, fretted more, and then went and moved the car to the
economy lot. Oh, so glad I did, too.
My flight got delayed more. Then, we finally got onto the aircraft,
and we learned that there was a hydraulic leak. More delays. I called
United and told them I didn't think I would make my connecting flight
in Chicago, so they got me onto a later flight. Which was then, also,
The flight from Chicago to Vancouver is LONG. I had no idea it would
be that long. We had two drink services, plus they ran through with
water-- next time, I'll bring a large bottle of water with me on the
plane. We were shown Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, the
season finale of The Office (one hour) and most of an episode of Cold
Case. I tried to dose, but my legs were twitchy from ordering a coffee
with Bailey's. I had headphones in my seat that didn't work, but I was
very nice about it (and then I found some in my bag), so they didn't
charge me for my Bailey's. At least I think there is an ipso facto
I got to Vancouver at midnight. The airport is beautiful, all
catwalks and windows, with light-fixtures hanging from the ceiling like
dragonfly wings or great mosquitoes. I was walking over head on the
catwalks, racing to customs with the passengers that got emptied from
six different flights from the U.S.
Fortunately, customs didn't take long. I got to the baggage carousel
and my luggage never came out. So, I went over to the desk and the man
asked me to go check the carousel. I told him I had just come, and then
he smiled and told me that many people had checked with him without
bothering to go look first. He scanned my baggage tickets (I never
realized before how important those are!) and told me that my slutty
bags had hooked up for drinks and illicit sex in Chicago for the night.
They would be delivered to my hotel the next day at 3:00 p.m.
I took a cab to my hotel, checked in, asked for toothpaste,
toothbrush, deodorant, and received tooth paste, toothbrush, shaving
gel, razor, lint brush, and a tampon. Oh well, I suppose a good