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Well, my first flight was a resounding success, but the second flight came to a screeching halt when the flight attendants informed us that there was a mechanical problem and they had to go look for another plane. After waffling for a while they finally told us the flight had been officially cancelled and we would have to rebook, so after only the most minor of panicking I managed to get on the phone with American Airlines and reschedule for a flight into Heathrow. The good part was that it was direct to London and I wouldn't have to take a detour through Ireland as previously anticipated, but the less good part was that it was the next day at 9 AM local time, leaving me about 12 hours to kill. They gave me a hotel voucher but I chose instead to stay up at the airport all night watching MSTs and talking to Chris. (What can I say, I *really* hate airport security.) It was actually nice in that my subsequent nap on the plane was the most restful plane sleep I've ever had.
Anyhoo, seven hours after that I landed and took my two ridiculously heavy trunks and one ridiculously heavy bag to Chris's place where I am now. We're planning on goofing off all day and then getting me moved into student housing tomorrow.
Anyhoo, seven hours after that I landed and took my two ridiculously heavy trunks and one ridiculously heavy bag to Chris's place where I am now. We're planning on goofing off all day and then getting me moved into student housing tomorrow.