Long Trip
In the words of any elderly Bahamian person, Well, what a time! It's been quite the trip, but I am BACK IN THE FAX! YAY! No one can truly understand what a blessing that can be. There's so much to tell about the YHZ to MIA and the time spent there, but right now, all I can manage is the YHZ to MIA travel story.
My father only bought my ticket to come back here the day before he was to pick me up from the airport. How I know this is a different story for a different entry, as hilarious as it is, and as much as I would like to share it now. I'd just rather leave it for later. Anyway, he ended up buying a ticket from MIA to YHZ, and YHZ to MIA which means that I have no ticket from MIA to NAS. When he'll buy my Nassau ticket, I don't know. ANYway, my flight was to leave at 6:05am from Halifax to go to New York. At about midnight, I got a phone call from my cousin, Neysa, in Nassau. She said that an AA recording called the house to inform me that the 6:05 flight to NY was canceled, and I have been re-ticketed. I would no longer be leaving in the morning, but at TWO O'CLOCK PM. I was NOT impressed. When she said this, I just laughed. She asked why I was laughing and all I could say was, "Neysa, all I COULD do is laugh. What ELSE am I gonna do?" Anyway, she said she couldn't write fast enough, so she gave me the AA reservations number (which I know anyway) to get the full story. I called, and they confirmed that I was to be on the 2pm flight to NY, and then on a flight from NY to Miami. I can't remember the flight time, but I had to walk PUR-RIT-TYYYYY fast to get to the gate in time. I got to Miami around 5:30 or 6pm. I walked in a bit of a maze to get to the baggage claim area where I knew my party would be waiting for me. Just as I got on the escalator to go down to the baggage area, my cell phone rang. It was my mother asking where I was, and I looked straight down and saw here to the right of a pillar which was to the right of the escalator I was going down. I said, "Looking straight at you." She started to look up, and at the moment, MBMB saw me, and I saw him pull her behind the pillar. It was pretty funny. My father was, apparently, somewhere sitting in the car. He didn't want to park.
We waited around for luggage to come. Keep in mind that I was up and waiting to leave for the airport from before midnight. (I called the cab people and told them to pick me up at 11am instead.) I was tired and ready to go. OH! Before I get there, when I stepped off of the escalator, mother and brother were both directly to my right. She looks at me and says, "Gees, you so FAT!" WTF?! Seriously, WTF?! Is that the FIRST thing to say to your child?! The daughter you haven't seen in over six months, and call every damn day?! Eff me. Seriously. Just eff me. Then she hugs me, and I just stand there. Of course, she wants to know if, "that's the kinda hug" I'm gonna give here. I simply said, "Well the first thing you have to say to me is that I'm fat. No hello, no nice to see you. Nothing. Just I'm fat. And now you want me to hug you." Then she went on and on about how she can't believe, "I took that to heart." W...T...F?!?! (WAIT A MINUTE! I'm not supposed to be telling THIS story. I'm supposed to be talking about my flight BACK! OH, WELL! Too late NOW!) So anyway, I leave her, and talk to my brother instead, completely ignoring her any time she tried to get in the conversation or anything of the sort. We waited and waiting for the luggage. I told my brother what it looked like: big, dark blue, on two wheels, kind of like a duffel bag. I pointed out a few that looked like it. We waited and waited. Once or twice I pointing at bags thinking it was it. Once, someone else pulled it off of the conveyor belt. HAHAHA. The other time, when it got close enough, I realized it wasn't it. Finally, one bag came around, and I got excited, saying, "THAT'S IT, Alan! That's the bag!" He got excited, and just dragged it off. We went outside and found where my father was, in the car. He got out to lift the bag into the trunk of the car. (I fought with my brother the whole way because he wanted to lift the bag, and take it to the car, and I didn't want him to, with his arm and everything. "I hate how y'all is make me feel so USELESS, jed," he said to me. (By the way, "jed" is a variation of "dread" which is like "bey" - used instead of "girl", "boy", or a person's name.) Anyway, my father lifted the black bag into the trunk, and we went to the hotel. We dumped the bag off, then headed out to dinner. The choice of the evening was Outback Steakhouse which was the most disappointing meal I've ever had in my life. More on that later. After the very late dinner, we went back to the hotel for the night. It was about midnight and we all got ready for bed. I went to the bag we got from the airport to get my nightwear and bathroom items, and the first thing I saw was a pair of flip flops. I dropped the top of the bag. I looked around. The first person I saw was Alan, and I called him to show him the bag. "Um... Alan... This isn't my bag." Alan was like, "WHAAAAT?! Nooooo, bey, Alicia." We both laughed. We looked at Alan Daddy, and he was SLEEPING. My mother was in the bed. She looked at us, and asked what happened. We told her. She said she wasn't "in that" and "ya daddy done sleepin'" and "ya done know what kinda day tomorrow ga be" (with Alan having his surgery) and that "It's 1 o'clock in the morning, and ain' nothing you could do, so you might as well go to sleep". Yeah. GREAT ADVICE! Anyway, we giggled more, and then complied.
Gosh, that is LONG! This entry may not fit. I'll stop here for today.
My father only bought my ticket to come back here the day before he was to pick me up from the airport. How I know this is a different story for a different entry, as hilarious as it is, and as much as I would like to share it now. I'd just rather leave it for later. Anyway, he ended up buying a ticket from MIA to YHZ, and YHZ to MIA which means that I have no ticket from MIA to NAS. When he'll buy my Nassau ticket, I don't know. ANYway, my flight was to leave at 6:05am from Halifax to go to New York. At about midnight, I got a phone call from my cousin, Neysa, in Nassau. She said that an AA recording called the house to inform me that the 6:05 flight to NY was canceled, and I have been re-ticketed. I would no longer be leaving in the morning, but at TWO O'CLOCK PM. I was NOT impressed. When she said this, I just laughed. She asked why I was laughing and all I could say was, "Neysa, all I COULD do is laugh. What ELSE am I gonna do?" Anyway, she said she couldn't write fast enough, so she gave me the AA reservations number (which I know anyway) to get the full story. I called, and they confirmed that I was to be on the 2pm flight to NY, and then on a flight from NY to Miami. I can't remember the flight time, but I had to walk PUR-RIT-TYYYYY fast to get to the gate in time. I got to Miami around 5:30 or 6pm. I walked in a bit of a maze to get to the baggage claim area where I knew my party would be waiting for me. Just as I got on the escalator to go down to the baggage area, my cell phone rang. It was my mother asking where I was, and I looked straight down and saw here to the right of a pillar which was to the right of the escalator I was going down. I said, "Looking straight at you." She started to look up, and at the moment, MBMB saw me, and I saw him pull her behind the pillar. It was pretty funny. My father was, apparently, somewhere sitting in the car. He didn't want to park.
We waited around for luggage to come. Keep in mind that I was up and waiting to leave for the airport from before midnight. (I called the cab people and told them to pick me up at 11am instead.) I was tired and ready to go. OH! Before I get there, when I stepped off of the escalator, mother and brother were both directly to my right. She looks at me and says, "Gees, you so FAT!" WTF?! Seriously, WTF?! Is that the FIRST thing to say to your child?! The daughter you haven't seen in over six months, and call every damn day?! Eff me. Seriously. Just eff me. Then she hugs me, and I just stand there. Of course, she wants to know if, "that's the kinda hug" I'm gonna give here. I simply said, "Well the first thing you have to say to me is that I'm fat. No hello, no nice to see you. Nothing. Just I'm fat. And now you want me to hug you." Then she went on and on about how she can't believe, "I took that to heart." W...T...F?!?! (WAIT A MINUTE! I'm not supposed to be telling THIS story. I'm supposed to be talking about my flight BACK! OH, WELL! Too late NOW!) So anyway, I leave her, and talk to my brother instead, completely ignoring her any time she tried to get in the conversation or anything of the sort. We waited and waiting for the luggage. I told my brother what it looked like: big, dark blue, on two wheels, kind of like a duffel bag. I pointed out a few that looked like it. We waited and waited. Once or twice I pointing at bags thinking it was it. Once, someone else pulled it off of the conveyor belt. HAHAHA. The other time, when it got close enough, I realized it wasn't it. Finally, one bag came around, and I got excited, saying, "THAT'S IT, Alan! That's the bag!" He got excited, and just dragged it off. We went outside and found where my father was, in the car. He got out to lift the bag into the trunk of the car. (I fought with my brother the whole way because he wanted to lift the bag, and take it to the car, and I didn't want him to, with his arm and everything. "I hate how y'all is make me feel so USELESS, jed," he said to me. (By the way, "jed" is a variation of "dread" which is like "bey" - used instead of "girl", "boy", or a person's name.) Anyway, my father lifted the black bag into the trunk, and we went to the hotel. We dumped the bag off, then headed out to dinner. The choice of the evening was Outback Steakhouse which was the most disappointing meal I've ever had in my life. More on that later. After the very late dinner, we went back to the hotel for the night. It was about midnight and we all got ready for bed. I went to the bag we got from the airport to get my nightwear and bathroom items, and the first thing I saw was a pair of flip flops. I dropped the top of the bag. I looked around. The first person I saw was Alan, and I called him to show him the bag. "Um... Alan... This isn't my bag." Alan was like, "WHAAAAT?! Nooooo, bey, Alicia." We both laughed. We looked at Alan Daddy, and he was SLEEPING. My mother was in the bed. She looked at us, and asked what happened. We told her. She said she wasn't "in that" and "ya daddy done sleepin'" and "ya done know what kinda day tomorrow ga be" (with Alan having his surgery) and that "It's 1 o'clock in the morning, and ain' nothing you could do, so you might as well go to sleep". Yeah. GREAT ADVICE! Anyway, we giggled more, and then complied.
Gosh, that is LONG! This entry may not fit. I'll stop here for today.