Following the Oregon Trail Day One
Airplanes have been a great invention in todays society, getting people from point A to point B in a matter of hours. Can I tell you how much I hate flying? (This trip wasn't really so bad, I'm just a damn drama queen.)
I am to visit my darling in Oregon, which flying from Florida, is an arduous journey since Italy. No flights are direct from Jacksonville, almost every flight has to stop somewhere else in the middle of this damn country before it reaches your final destination. My first flight had a 50 minute layover in Houston, which would not have been a problem if...IF my first flight was on schedule. Of course it wasn't. Due to weather problems, my flight out of Jacksonville left a few hours later, which also meant that I had to catch a later flight from Houston to Portland. Luckily there was room on the latter flight, however, it still pissed me off that I would arrive 4 hours later than intended. I chose a flight that was a bit more expensive since it was scheduled to arrive in Portland at 7 pm. Which means extra time for nookie.
Anyway, the plane out of Jacksonville was scheduled to arrive one hour later than expected, just enough for me to miss my original plane, and I would have to wait 3 hours in Houston for the next flight. Well, being how the nature of Boeing Jets go, the damn thing arrived at 7 pm (2 hours later than expected). My new flight left at 8:15, which give me plenty of time to eat spaghetti, buy an orange and blue neck pillow, and get kicked out of the duty-free shop for not having an international ticket. (Sorry Jill, I really was close to getting Bachi).
One thing that did liven my spirits, (other than the fact that it was T-minus 4 hours till Mt St Helen's blew its top) was this *HOT* guy that was super nice before boarding the plane. Total eye candy, and super nice. He was from Georgia. Ah...the southern gentleman type. *Ahem* Back to Dave.
Now really, my flight experience wasn't all that bad. I DID get a seat on another flight, and I DID make it there alive....here's the best part....THEY DIDN'T LOSE MY LUGGAGE!!! Way to go Continental. (They lost two of my friends luggage, and the odds that they would lose mine, esp when I changed a flight at the last minute was super high).
Well, I am here. Happy to be with my baby, and yes....if you must know I DO have a big smile on my face. Hee hee.
I am to visit my darling in Oregon, which flying from Florida, is an arduous journey since Italy. No flights are direct from Jacksonville, almost every flight has to stop somewhere else in the middle of this damn country before it reaches your final destination. My first flight had a 50 minute layover in Houston, which would not have been a problem if...IF my first flight was on schedule. Of course it wasn't. Due to weather problems, my flight out of Jacksonville left a few hours later, which also meant that I had to catch a later flight from Houston to Portland. Luckily there was room on the latter flight, however, it still pissed me off that I would arrive 4 hours later than intended. I chose a flight that was a bit more expensive since it was scheduled to arrive in Portland at 7 pm. Which means extra time for nookie.
Anyway, the plane out of Jacksonville was scheduled to arrive one hour later than expected, just enough for me to miss my original plane, and I would have to wait 3 hours in Houston for the next flight. Well, being how the nature of Boeing Jets go, the damn thing arrived at 7 pm (2 hours later than expected). My new flight left at 8:15, which give me plenty of time to eat spaghetti, buy an orange and blue neck pillow, and get kicked out of the duty-free shop for not having an international ticket. (Sorry Jill, I really was close to getting Bachi).
One thing that did liven my spirits, (other than the fact that it was T-minus 4 hours till Mt St Helen's blew its top) was this *HOT* guy that was super nice before boarding the plane. Total eye candy, and super nice. He was from Georgia. Ah...the southern gentleman type. *Ahem* Back to Dave.
Now really, my flight experience wasn't all that bad. I DID get a seat on another flight, and I DID make it there alive....here's the best part....THEY DIDN'T LOSE MY LUGGAGE!!! Way to go Continental. (They lost two of my friends luggage, and the odds that they would lose mine, esp when I changed a flight at the last minute was super high).
Well, I am here. Happy to be with my baby, and yes....if you must know I DO have a big smile on my face. Hee hee.