Finally, the post of crazytrips
Right, so. Weekend before Easter, my cousin Emma flies out to California to see me. She's 15 and it's her first time flying alone. Original plan is that she'll leave Minneapolis Saturday afternoon, get into LA about 10:30 my time and we'll make the two-and-a-half hour drive back to the desert together. We'll get Sunday...and that's it, cause she's got a 6:30am flight Monday morning to get back home. Tickets were booked last minute due to money issues, and she had to be out before Tuesday because we had other guests coming...whatever.
I make the drive to LA all by my onesies, iPod linked to the car's stereo for company and make it to the cheaply-amazing long-term parking of LAX. Chill for a while, and I'm just waiting for the shuttle to the terminal when I get a phone call. "Plane's landed, awesome," I figure...till she says they're still in Las Vegas. o.o
The plane had mechanical issues, took off but got recalled. At first they're still on board, mechanics checking it out...then they deboard... and then the fun begins. Because everyone and their brother want to know what's happening about their connecting flights, if they have to stay in LV and where. On my end, I'm going between her mom, our nervous 19 year old cousin, and Heidi aka "voice of reason and extensive airline experience" from my cell phone. (And so we left Los Angeles exactly twelve hours later than we'd ever intended to, not visibly worse for the wear. No thanks to US Airways.)
and
(Meditation: When is flan not more fun the second day than the first? When it's soaked up the memories of someone you're missing.)
I make the drive to LA all by my onesies, iPod linked to the car's stereo for company and make it to the cheaply-amazing long-term parking of LAX. Chill for a while, and I'm just waiting for the shuttle to the terminal when I get a phone call. "Plane's landed, awesome," I figure...till she says they're still in Las Vegas. o.o
The plane had mechanical issues, took off but got recalled. At first they're still on board, mechanics checking it out...then they deboard... and then the fun begins. Because everyone and their brother want to know what's happening about their connecting flights, if they have to stay in LV and where. On my end, I'm going between her mom, our nervous 19 year old cousin, and Heidi aka "voice of reason and extensive airline experience" from my cell phone. (And so we left Los Angeles exactly twelve hours later than we'd ever intended to, not visibly worse for the wear. No thanks to US Airways.)
and
(Meditation: When is flan not more fun the second day than the first? When it's soaked up the memories of someone you're missing.)