As some of you may know, Pamela and I were to take a vacation last weekend. Where to? The lovely Dublin! But Dublin didn’t happen. But we managed to have a funny story. Is it funny yet? Here’s our journey from the arrival at the airport at 6am on Wednesday to 32 hours later, where we’re landing back home in Orlando…
Wednesday, wake up call happens at 4am. One must look impossibly fresh at the airport right?
6am, get our tickets. Reservations, rather. Flying non rev will be an adventure – we know nothing is for sure. Cool with me!
Get on the flight to JFK. Yay! Exit row! Free drinks! Nicest flight attendant ever! Things are going too well.
JFK for all of eternity. We walk. We eat whole pizza (and only paid for half – still going too well!)
Parents arrive yay! Get into Delta Sky Lounge. Things are going too well.
Run into Anthony Anderson and Keanu Reeves. Keanu! Drink, eat, rinse and repeat.
Speaking of rinse – private showers in the lounge = coolest thing of all.
Dublin flight time, 9pm. Full flight (Later learned it was Dublin Film Fest). Ok let’s go to London instead. Not meant to be!
London. Full flight (Later realize it was London Fashion Week starting). Ok. Midnight now. Too much wine. Hating wine. And cream soup x2. Dumb move, Ker.
No one left in airport. Lounge closed. Cartwheels, Dunkin Donuts serves beer from a keg and there are birds in the airport. Baby birds.
Pamela’s parents are saints, btw. Trying to fix all things. Sweet and supportive. I could hug them for days.
2am. Decide to find way home. (Should have stayed in NYC). Sleep on floor for hour. ONE HOUR.
3am. Cab to LaGuardia. Say sad goodbye to parents. Worst part of trip.
Security line isn’t even open. Kill us now. Get through. This is when it goes downhill for me.
Sick for 3 hours. In worst bathroom in NYC. Worst sick ever. Pamela is best doctor at this point who ever lived.
Don’t make it on 7am flight because I would have thrown up on someone and been arrested or something fun. Let’s try 10am.
Where are we? Who am I?
Last two people called on plane. See random person from past life on plane I’d wish I’d never seen. Figured the Universe hates me at this point.
Get away unscathed. We’re on plane! But can we not sit on runway for half hour? Just take us home.
Xanax saves the day. I watch tv shows. Pamela reads. Are we there yet?
1:30pm. Or 2pm? We land! I know I smell at this point. Baseball hat and sunglasses please hide this travesty. No longer airport chic.
I black out at this point but make it to my car and home. Awake for 37 hours and sleep happens at 6pm.
…so all-in-all, it was an adventure. Should we just have stayed in NYC all weekend? Likely. Did we end up making the best out of the rest of the weekend? YES!
We decided we had to make it to Dublin after all that. Cute right?