leaving
Horrible early start to get the hire car and drive to Chicago. Mike’s grumpy as hell in the mornings too. :) He’s a cutie. (Why do I find his grumpyness cute? Must be love…) They all hugged me goodbye and said I was welcome back anytime. His dad even said it was a pleasure having me here, which Mike said was unheard-of for his dad!
Got to the airport without any hitches, said goodbye to Mike (we’re on different flights, he’s got a direct one with BA while I change in Atlanta with Delta) and he was all emotional, saying how much he loved me and stuff, as if I was going to be gone for ages or he was afraid one of us would die. I guess when your best friend suddenly dies in a house-fire you learn that every goodbye should be a proper goodbye. Or, he’s afraid of flying and thinks one of us actually WILL die! Then he left and I boarded (no delay, I was thinking it was all too good to be true) and he boarded about 30 mins after me. Then our plane queued up to take off, and the pilot said one of the queues had been shut down so we’d be waiting a while in the queue. We finally got to the front of it, and then OURS was shut down so we had to go to the back of another fucking queue! Only a 90 minute delay but it was enough that I missed my connection in Atlanta AGAIN, and this time the next flight wasn’t just 2 hours later, it was 24 hours later. I cried. Delta very kindly told me I was welcome to get a hotel, and of course it would be paid for by them NOTTTTTT; delta said ‘oh yes your flight’s in 24 hours. You better go find a hotel. Good luck’. So I found a hotel and it cost $60, and I was starving to death and the hotel had no food until morning (it was 10pm by then) so I got about 15 packets of hot chocolate and sat up drinking cup after cup of very strong hot chocolate.
Got to the airport without any hitches, said goodbye to Mike (we’re on different flights, he’s got a direct one with BA while I change in Atlanta with Delta) and he was all emotional, saying how much he loved me and stuff, as if I was going to be gone for ages or he was afraid one of us would die. I guess when your best friend suddenly dies in a house-fire you learn that every goodbye should be a proper goodbye. Or, he’s afraid of flying and thinks one of us actually WILL die! Then he left and I boarded (no delay, I was thinking it was all too good to be true) and he boarded about 30 mins after me. Then our plane queued up to take off, and the pilot said one of the queues had been shut down so we’d be waiting a while in the queue. We finally got to the front of it, and then OURS was shut down so we had to go to the back of another fucking queue! Only a 90 minute delay but it was enough that I missed my connection in Atlanta AGAIN, and this time the next flight wasn’t just 2 hours later, it was 24 hours later. I cried. Delta very kindly told me I was welcome to get a hotel, and of course it would be paid for by them NOTTTTTT; delta said ‘oh yes your flight’s in 24 hours. You better go find a hotel. Good luck’. So I found a hotel and it cost $60, and I was starving to death and the hotel had no food until morning (it was 10pm by then) so I got about 15 packets of hot chocolate and sat up drinking cup after cup of very strong hot chocolate.