10/29/11 Norfolk, VA to Philadelphia 1:38pm
So I get to the airport kind of early... I think it was around 11am. But it's not like I was 12 hours early for my flight... just 2.5. So I was nervous when I stroll up to the US Airways Counter, and was the only person. Although there are 3 workers behind the desk, they force me to check in on the computer. God forbid they look me up! I'm at my last point of checking in, and it flashes, "No seats available" and goes back to the home screen.
Um... what? I looked at the guy standing right in front of me, refusing to personally check me in, and I thought in my head (sorry bout it), "Um.. this just told me there were no seats?" He then goes on to say, "You going to Phili? We're gonna get ya out of here at 11:30 instead." Ok! Sounds great! As long as you can promise I get through security and all that in time to board!
Everything worked out great. I got to the gate RIGHT when they announced, "We will now start boarding to Phili! Zone 1.. please.. zone 1"
No one got up.
"Zone 2.... please... zone 2 can now board." Well, my pass says zone 2, but NO one else is moving... as he starts to say "zo--" I go up and say, "I'm pretty sure I'm zone 2!" He looked at my ticket and says, "You're not very smart, but you are zone 2."
Cute. Thanks guy. But I didnt let him get me down. I was the first one to board the plane! Check me out. Not only did all that go down.. I had no one next to me, in front of me, or behind me. So.. I set my bag next to me, reclined my seat, and took down my tray. Party!
Landed in Phili... nothing was going to bring this star traveler down! Brrr... it's cold as I walk through the tunnel to the gate.... I can see my breath! I am starving though, so I rush to the end of the gate to get some food. I hit the door and..
people. everywhere.
Philidelphia to Hamden, CT 3:00pm
The line to the US Airways guest service desk that goes at least 2 miles long. (FLASHBACK from my flight from O'Hare to Knoxville... It was US Airways then too. Not promising) I look at the flight board and see almost alll flights flashing "Canceled." Both flights to Hamden still look good. I have a good 2 hours before mine. Without thinking twice, I went up to F26's gate, and said, "Are their any flights to Hamdem leaving earlier???" Lady takes my pass, puts me on an earlier flight, asks for my bag color (I love saying, Two huge pink bags!). She did say she was not sure if my bags would make it, as the flight left in 10 minutes, but, the damage was done! I got myself another earlier flight. What a pro!
I sat in the waiting area in front of the gate, and kept hearing "Flight to Cincinnati... canceled (oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh), Flight to Birmingham........ canceled (oohhhhhhhhh), flight to Portland....... gate change.. no... canceled (ughhhhh)." I SWORE Oprah was at the airport, "You get a canceled flight, YOU get a canceled flight, YOU get a canceled flight, everybody gets a canceled flight!!"
Somehow, I lucked out.... Gate F 26 was the ONLY gate that Oprah didn't make an appearance at. Phew.
Again, with star seating. No one seated within a 2 feet radius around me. The flight WAS bumpy, however. I started counting the seconds we were still. I did not get higher than 4.... But.. I can't complain, I was flying!
I arrived in CT with one more worry. Did my bags make it?! I go down to baggage claim to await the BUZZZ and people running up to wait. And wait... what was this?? There were a TON of bags sitting unattended, and they were under a sign that said, "Do not leave bags unattended." After I laughed and took a picture of that ironic scene, I realized MY bags were there! How on earth did they beat me to the airport? They must give star flyer's bags a magic potion. Not complaining!
There was a TON of snow, and a TON of broken trees. It was crazy to see autumn colored trees with snow on them! But, it is what it is. I made it!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Driver's Seat
October 19th 12:00pm from Norfolk VA to Lexington VA Flight #: non-existent
Well well well, a post from a different view. Yep. The driver's seat.
The travels I needed to make yesterday were 4 hours by car. Therefore, I got to get educated on the topic of "Car Rentals." Don't get me wrong....... I have had my fair share of being a driver of a rented car, that good 'ol Ford Flex aka John Wall. But the reserving, picking up, taking back, and all of the other fun that comes with it was all a new experience.
I reserved the car on October 13th, an entire 6 days before the need for rental. I got a confirmation number and everything! First things first during my reserving efforts--- I asked one of my bosses if checking the little box that says "add a Garmin for $14.58" was out of the question, and he was all for it! (I mean, he wanted me to get to the chapter, and since I would not know North if I found the North Star, that was a good option). So, as it seemed, everything was taken care of and my little 2 door vehicle was ready for me to be picked up!
I walk in to Budget in Norfolk exactly at noon (the time I reserved the vehicle for),and had seemed to walk into a deserted little building with one worker that totes gave me the stank face. I happily smiled and said, "I am here to pick up a car!" and in response I get, "Do you have the right address?" Perfect. This day is going to be FANTASTIC!! She finally found my name, and reservation and tells me, "You're lucky. We have ONE car left." I'm lucky??? What does pre-reservation do? Does this confirmation number mean nothing to you Budget?? Whatever. Not only am I lucky there is a car, it was a larger family car, so I was charged an extra $8. "Is that okay?" Well---- I wasn't going to walk to Lexington. So yes, it's fine. Even though, again, I have this fancy confirmation number that means NOTHING.
I get in my fancy red leather seated car (that's all I know about it), and start typing in the GPS. The address I have for the airport I'm taking this car to does NOT show up on the GPS. After 20 minutes of trying different options, I see the town shows up, and "Airport Road" shows up. Airport road looks good... I mean, I am looking for an airport. So, here goes nothing. Ready to take on the roads of Virginia like a real Virginian.
Have you ever parked in traffic. Like... literally be on an interstate that has 6 lanes, and no ones break lights are on because they are all in park? How about for an entire 48 minutes? If so, then join my club.
So yes, I was already an hour late, but there is absolutely nothing I could have done about it. The next hurtle I had to climb was driving in the mountains. Beautiful! Wait... did I say mountains? I mean mountains, in a rain storm, with fog so thick I couldnt even see the hood of my car. It was a fun little game guessing where and when cars would show up 2 ft away from mine! Was I on Dora the Explorer?? "Traffic, Fog, Airport!!"
I get out of the traffic, rain, and fog, and apparently finally 40 minutes away. Oh cool, look at those signs! They say Lexington, Stauton, W&L... wait. All THREE of those places are places I am supposed to be later that night. Why I am driving to an airport in some "Weyers Cave" place?? The town ends in Cave, I should have known right away.
Well, I got there, AND met the woman picking me up. PHEW. When I turned at the sign that said "Airport," I drove at least 5 miles next to cows and abandoned planes, meaning no gas stations ANYWHERE. I finally get to drop off my car and I said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't find a gas station. Is there a flat fee I could pay for not filling up the car?" The woman says, "For your sake...." (I thought this was good news!!) "... I'm going to tell you where to go because if we have to fill up the car it is $9 a gallon." Jesus. Yep.. went on a gas station journey, once I got there the pump KEPT BEEPING at me, and a nice country gentleman came up to me and said, "Your not from around these parts are you???" Great. This is how EVERY horror movie I have seen starts....... Luckily, he was harmless, and wished me better luck for the rest of my day. Oh.. and stopped the gas from yelling at me.
Get back to Budget, and had to go back out to the car like twice to get information that the lovely Norfolk lady did not inform me to look at 6 hours ago. Oh well........ Got that all turned in, got in the car with a wonderful Pi Phi Adviser, and got some Starbucks. Oh... and then I got a phone call.
"Hi maam. You left your iPod in the car."
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....
.....
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Yep. I sure did. Except I didn't even USE my iPod.. so it literally must have been like, "hahah Ashley, your day sucks, so let me jump out and sit in this car and make you angry!" I told the nice lady turning around was not really an option, as I was meeting with others to pick me up. She told me someone would call this week, and they would try to ship it. So far, I have left TWO messages on their machine. Woof.
Moral of the story is... I'm walking next time.
Well well well, a post from a different view. Yep. The driver's seat.
The travels I needed to make yesterday were 4 hours by car. Therefore, I got to get educated on the topic of "Car Rentals." Don't get me wrong....... I have had my fair share of being a driver of a rented car, that good 'ol Ford Flex aka John Wall. But the reserving, picking up, taking back, and all of the other fun that comes with it was all a new experience.
I reserved the car on October 13th, an entire 6 days before the need for rental. I got a confirmation number and everything! First things first during my reserving efforts--- I asked one of my bosses if checking the little box that says "add a Garmin for $14.58" was out of the question, and he was all for it! (I mean, he wanted me to get to the chapter, and since I would not know North if I found the North Star, that was a good option). So, as it seemed, everything was taken care of and my little 2 door vehicle was ready for me to be picked up!
I walk in to Budget in Norfolk exactly at noon (the time I reserved the vehicle for),and had seemed to walk into a deserted little building with one worker that totes gave me the stank face. I happily smiled and said, "I am here to pick up a car!" and in response I get, "Do you have the right address?" Perfect. This day is going to be FANTASTIC!! She finally found my name, and reservation and tells me, "You're lucky. We have ONE car left." I'm lucky??? What does pre-reservation do? Does this confirmation number mean nothing to you Budget?? Whatever. Not only am I lucky there is a car, it was a larger family car, so I was charged an extra $8. "Is that okay?" Well---- I wasn't going to walk to Lexington. So yes, it's fine. Even though, again, I have this fancy confirmation number that means NOTHING.
I get in my fancy red leather seated car (that's all I know about it), and start typing in the GPS. The address I have for the airport I'm taking this car to does NOT show up on the GPS. After 20 minutes of trying different options, I see the town shows up, and "Airport Road" shows up. Airport road looks good... I mean, I am looking for an airport. So, here goes nothing. Ready to take on the roads of Virginia like a real Virginian.
Have you ever parked in traffic. Like... literally be on an interstate that has 6 lanes, and no ones break lights are on because they are all in park? How about for an entire 48 minutes? If so, then join my club.
So yes, I was already an hour late, but there is absolutely nothing I could have done about it. The next hurtle I had to climb was driving in the mountains. Beautiful! Wait... did I say mountains? I mean mountains, in a rain storm, with fog so thick I couldnt even see the hood of my car. It was a fun little game guessing where and when cars would show up 2 ft away from mine! Was I on Dora the Explorer?? "Traffic, Fog, Airport!!"
I get out of the traffic, rain, and fog, and apparently finally 40 minutes away. Oh cool, look at those signs! They say Lexington, Stauton, W&L... wait. All THREE of those places are places I am supposed to be later that night. Why I am driving to an airport in some "Weyers Cave" place?? The town ends in Cave, I should have known right away.
Well, I got there, AND met the woman picking me up. PHEW. When I turned at the sign that said "Airport," I drove at least 5 miles next to cows and abandoned planes, meaning no gas stations ANYWHERE. I finally get to drop off my car and I said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't find a gas station. Is there a flat fee I could pay for not filling up the car?" The woman says, "For your sake...." (I thought this was good news!!) "... I'm going to tell you where to go because if we have to fill up the car it is $9 a gallon." Jesus. Yep.. went on a gas station journey, once I got there the pump KEPT BEEPING at me, and a nice country gentleman came up to me and said, "Your not from around these parts are you???" Great. This is how EVERY horror movie I have seen starts....... Luckily, he was harmless, and wished me better luck for the rest of my day. Oh.. and stopped the gas from yelling at me.
Get back to Budget, and had to go back out to the car like twice to get information that the lovely Norfolk lady did not inform me to look at 6 hours ago. Oh well........ Got that all turned in, got in the car with a wonderful Pi Phi Adviser, and got some Starbucks. Oh... and then I got a phone call.
"Hi maam. You left your iPod in the car."
......
....
.....
...
Yep. I sure did. Except I didn't even USE my iPod.. so it literally must have been like, "hahah Ashley, your day sucks, so let me jump out and sit in this car and make you angry!" I told the nice lady turning around was not really an option, as I was meeting with others to pick me up. She told me someone would call this week, and they would try to ship it. So far, I have left TWO messages on their machine. Woof.
Moral of the story is... I'm walking next time.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Anything But Row 8, Seat.
October 7th 10am Flight from Atlanta to Bloomington
(HERE is what you ALL have been waiting for).
As I was arriving to my gate to get to Bloomington, I notice my boarding pass says, "Seat reserved at gate." So I went up to the nice Delta man, he went to his desk, and came back and said, "Seat 8D. It's one of the best! Window seat and everything." He was nice.. but once again I was convinced he must read my blog and gave me a window so I didn't say anything bad about him...
So then I board.... I'm sitting next to the window doing the flight boarding stank face (staring at EVERYONE that walks by, making sure they DONT take that open seat next to me.) Then this nice little older couple come up to me looking real confused. They go up to the guy behind me in the aisle seat in row nine and say, "Excuse me.. are you in row 9?" This man with his black t.shirt and handle bar mustache continues to leave his arms crossed and eyes forward.... doesnt say a WORD. So the man asks again, "Um.. sir. Are you in row 9?" Scary guy doesn't move or flinch, and just says, "NO." Yep.. I'm sitting here turned 180 degrees watching all of this go down, waiting for the old man to get swatted across the plane. Old man responds, "Well.. this IS row 9.." Scary guy moves to look at his ticket, and says, "Oh.. I'm row...." SCREAMING OUT LOUD IN MY HEAD NOT ROW 8, NOT ROW 8, NOTTTTT ROWWWWWW 8!!!!!!! "Row 8."
So I squirm AS close as I can to the window.. cursing the Delta man inside my brain. Ya.. best seat.. No WONDER it was open...
As soon as he sits down, a flight attendant walked by and he goes, "Hey. I never got my pretzels" Never got your pretzels??? I'm not sure if you've noticed sir.. but we are in row 8, BEHIND the curtain of first class. Not in front of it! You will get pretzels 30 minutes into the flight like everyone else! Nope.. flight attendant was scared, and ran and got him some pretzels. Then, when it was time for the normal class people to get theres, he asked for two more bags!! But don't worry.. never made eye contact.. just looked straight ahead.
Then....... he reached down.. and started taking off his black boots. NO!! I was freakin. In my head, I was picturing the TSA security at the airport all being beat out by him, and him walking through security with his shoes on. He was DEF hiding something in there. Then.......... he started walking towards the front of the plane. WITH NO SHOES! I was screaming in my head.. "SOMEBODY!! STOP HIM. DONT LET HIM GO TO THE FRONT OF THE PLANE!! DON'T LET HIM GO TO THE FRONT OF THE PLANE!"
But of course..... he needed the 1st class bathroom.
We landed... he ran out of the plane before anyone else... and I'm alive.
If you want to know what he looked like... ask my mom, people at her work, Felicia, and TK. Yep. you know I took pics of him so my friends and family knew who to look for if I didn't make it!
My next travels to STL was in a car with Felicia. I'd tell you about it, but this blog is Aisle Seat.. not Drivers Seat...
I am currently in the STL airport with a final destination to Virginia. I PROMISE to keep up blogging! :)
(HERE is what you ALL have been waiting for).
As I was arriving to my gate to get to Bloomington, I notice my boarding pass says, "Seat reserved at gate." So I went up to the nice Delta man, he went to his desk, and came back and said, "Seat 8D. It's one of the best! Window seat and everything." He was nice.. but once again I was convinced he must read my blog and gave me a window so I didn't say anything bad about him...
So then I board.... I'm sitting next to the window doing the flight boarding stank face (staring at EVERYONE that walks by, making sure they DONT take that open seat next to me.) Then this nice little older couple come up to me looking real confused. They go up to the guy behind me in the aisle seat in row nine and say, "Excuse me.. are you in row 9?" This man with his black t.shirt and handle bar mustache continues to leave his arms crossed and eyes forward.... doesnt say a WORD. So the man asks again, "Um.. sir. Are you in row 9?" Scary guy doesn't move or flinch, and just says, "NO." Yep.. I'm sitting here turned 180 degrees watching all of this go down, waiting for the old man to get swatted across the plane. Old man responds, "Well.. this IS row 9.." Scary guy moves to look at his ticket, and says, "Oh.. I'm row...." SCREAMING OUT LOUD IN MY HEAD NOT ROW 8, NOT ROW 8, NOTTTTT ROWWWWWW 8!!!!!!! "Row 8."
So I squirm AS close as I can to the window.. cursing the Delta man inside my brain. Ya.. best seat.. No WONDER it was open...
As soon as he sits down, a flight attendant walked by and he goes, "Hey. I never got my pretzels" Never got your pretzels??? I'm not sure if you've noticed sir.. but we are in row 8, BEHIND the curtain of first class. Not in front of it! You will get pretzels 30 minutes into the flight like everyone else! Nope.. flight attendant was scared, and ran and got him some pretzels. Then, when it was time for the normal class people to get theres, he asked for two more bags!! But don't worry.. never made eye contact.. just looked straight ahead.
Then....... he reached down.. and started taking off his black boots. NO!! I was freakin. In my head, I was picturing the TSA security at the airport all being beat out by him, and him walking through security with his shoes on. He was DEF hiding something in there. Then.......... he started walking towards the front of the plane. WITH NO SHOES! I was screaming in my head.. "SOMEBODY!! STOP HIM. DONT LET HIM GO TO THE FRONT OF THE PLANE!! DON'T LET HIM GO TO THE FRONT OF THE PLANE!"
But of course..... he needed the 1st class bathroom.
We landed... he ran out of the plane before anyone else... and I'm alive.
If you want to know what he looked like... ask my mom, people at her work, Felicia, and TK. Yep. you know I took pics of him so my friends and family knew who to look for if I didn't make it!
My next travels to STL was in a car with Felicia. I'd tell you about it, but this blog is Aisle Seat.. not Drivers Seat...
I am currently in the STL airport with a final destination to Virginia. I PROMISE to keep up blogging! :)
Boring Seats
Yes yes, I know. Sucks to suck. After my last visit you read about, Connecticut, I have been to University of Michigan, Western Michigan, home, Oklahoma University, MU Homecoming, and Headquarters. But come on.. you cant really blame me. Blame the BORING people that have been chosen to sick next to me!
But RIGHT NOW, I am taking a vow to keep up on this. Ill be all up in this blog's grill. Okay? Perfect.
Now.. I don't want to waste time trying to think of my Michigan travels and things like that, because I would probably be lying about people in order to be funny. So.. Let's just start from my Oklahoma to Bloomington travels, as THIS is what inspired me to start up my blog again. Because the people I get sat next to...... are NOT real......
October 7th 630am. Flight from Oklahoma City to Atlanta
Now.. don't get too excited. This particular flight is not the one that inspired me. (spoiler alert, its the next one leaving from Atlanta). For this flight I had to wake up at 4am and was a walking zombie. Seriously.. I go to my window seat with a nice lady next to me, and I don't even remember taking off. I passed out before the flight instructions.
When we landed, I looked at her and said (of COURSE I have to make things awkward. Why couldn't I have just smiled and gotten off the plane? No.. Ashley has to try and make friends.) "Haha.. sorry I wasn't very much of an entertaining flight partner." Basically I was insinuating that her signing up for this flight, and most importantly a seat next to me makes us life long "flight partners." WHO am I! I bet she is blogging about me right now. She laughed and said she understood... blah blah blah.. I had to tell her I worked for a sorority, so like usual... she was over it.
Boring, but believe you, you're going to want to read the next one.
But RIGHT NOW, I am taking a vow to keep up on this. Ill be all up in this blog's grill. Okay? Perfect.
Now.. I don't want to waste time trying to think of my Michigan travels and things like that, because I would probably be lying about people in order to be funny. So.. Let's just start from my Oklahoma to Bloomington travels, as THIS is what inspired me to start up my blog again. Because the people I get sat next to...... are NOT real......
October 7th 630am. Flight from Oklahoma City to Atlanta
Now.. don't get too excited. This particular flight is not the one that inspired me. (spoiler alert, its the next one leaving from Atlanta). For this flight I had to wake up at 4am and was a walking zombie. Seriously.. I go to my window seat with a nice lady next to me, and I don't even remember taking off. I passed out before the flight instructions.
When we landed, I looked at her and said (of COURSE I have to make things awkward. Why couldn't I have just smiled and gotten off the plane? No.. Ashley has to try and make friends.) "Haha.. sorry I wasn't very much of an entertaining flight partner." Basically I was insinuating that her signing up for this flight, and most importantly a seat next to me makes us life long "flight partners." WHO am I! I bet she is blogging about me right now. She laughed and said she understood... blah blah blah.. I had to tell her I worked for a sorority, so like usual... she was over it.
Boring, but believe you, you're going to want to read the next one.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Poof Seat
Thursday, September 1st Flight from El Paso to Dallas 10:05am
I had to wake up around 5am this day, but I wasn't too upset about it. I was SOOO excited to get to Connecticut. If I could just make it through this travel day, I would get to meet up with some LDC friends, and be a part in starting another chapter! How awesome!
Little did I know... El Paso securrrrrity is a little intense.
I made it through baggage check and everything with .5 lbs to spare. Yep. One suitcase at 37 lbs, and the other.... 49.5lbs. I'm getting good at this! I'm walking around like I own the place. I didn't even have to wait in a security line. Got my shoes off, watch off (I learned the hard way that my watch makes the scanner go cray cray if it's on my body). I stood in the scanner... hands up!! (I always smile too, because I feel like it's taking a picture..... better safe than sorry!)
But all of a sudden some mean looking security says, "Ma'am, please step over here and put your feet on this mat." I was literally in a black cami and gaucho pants, since I had to take off my sweater. What could I possibly be hiding in such minimal clothing with NO pockets?! Luckily... it wasn't my clothes they were worried about.
"Sorry, I just want to check your hair.... I don't want to mess it up though!"
Yes... that's right. Homegirl patted down my poof.
Highlight of security so far. Hands down.
It was after that memorable security happening that I knew that day would be interesting.
I saw my ticket was 9B, not happening again. I AM sitting by the window since I got up at 5am. I got on the plane seeing that all row 9 was empty. Score!!! I mean, who is going to say something to me.
Until...... HE came...
"Oh.. did you want the window??"
He looked harmless.. I wanted to say.. "Do you know who I am??? Does it look like I want the window seat?"
Instead I said...
"Oh!! I'm sorry... I didn't even realize!!!" Before I could finish he said, "It's okay!" and sat down.
Phew.. that was close!
Little did i know, no one else that day would be feelin the love. Luckily, my neighbor was nice, let me sleep, and let me have the window! But the peeps in front of us were a little different.
Newlyweds. Who likes a good pair of newlyweds?? I haven't like newlyweds since Nick and Jessica split, and I was reassured not to like them when I sat behind these two. The wife was literally beating the crap out of this kid the entire ride. It was FAR from flirting. I even had to hear to the words, "Babe. Stop biting me!" Okay.. do what you want on your own time, but when your shaking my tray, I'm going to have a problem. I looked at my nice neighbor and said, "Well.. he's going to have a long life ahead of him." He looked at me, and laughed rullll hard. As soon as I made a friend, however, I scared him away. I just had to ruin this awesome neighbor chemistry by saying, "Yeah... if you don't make them stop, I'm going to do the same thing to you!" Let's just say he didn't laugh as hard at that one.... so..I went to sleep for the next hour over to Dallas.....
September 1st, Connecting flight Dallas to Hartford, CT 2:00pm
Well, after witnessing that newlywed crap, I should have known love was not in the air. I was walking down the gate entrance as they were giving each other more bruises. Then, as I was walking through the entire airport for my next gate, I overheard this man's conversation to his wife, lover, someone of that sort saying, "Yes! I'm on business! Would you like me to go to a strip club?!! Is that what you're expecting to hear?! Fine! I'm going to go to a strip club!" I wanted to just tap him on the shoulder... and say, "Excuse me..... I'm not sure if that's necessarily the best choice." But... I already scared one potential friend away, so it wasn't worth it.
But-- I made it to my plane, event got a little manchu wok before the flight. I was dreading the 4 hours however....... UNTIL I got to my window seat. I had a super cute neighbor, telling me all about taking her daughter to college for the first time. And then..... it was like magic.... TV screens came down! I figured they would be showing airline commercials..safety procedures... the standard. NO! They showed the new movie, "Something Borrowed." My neighbor and I were definitely into it. One of my favorite things is when people forget their are wearing headphones. She would turn to me and say thing like, "Wow. He's hott!!!" And like I said.... she forgot she was in headphones...... I definitely recommend the movie! A great way to sum up the theme of dis-functional relationships!
Landed on time, and got to see my LDC friends. :) Now... just sitting in the freezing weather of CT, looking out the apartment window (definitely change to a plane window), just waiting on the next plane seat.... one week from today to be exact!
I had to wake up around 5am this day, but I wasn't too upset about it. I was SOOO excited to get to Connecticut. If I could just make it through this travel day, I would get to meet up with some LDC friends, and be a part in starting another chapter! How awesome!
Little did I know... El Paso securrrrrity is a little intense.
I made it through baggage check and everything with .5 lbs to spare. Yep. One suitcase at 37 lbs, and the other.... 49.5lbs. I'm getting good at this! I'm walking around like I own the place. I didn't even have to wait in a security line. Got my shoes off, watch off (I learned the hard way that my watch makes the scanner go cray cray if it's on my body). I stood in the scanner... hands up!! (I always smile too, because I feel like it's taking a picture..... better safe than sorry!)
But all of a sudden some mean looking security says, "Ma'am, please step over here and put your feet on this mat." I was literally in a black cami and gaucho pants, since I had to take off my sweater. What could I possibly be hiding in such minimal clothing with NO pockets?! Luckily... it wasn't my clothes they were worried about.
"Sorry, I just want to check your hair.... I don't want to mess it up though!"
Yes... that's right. Homegirl patted down my poof.
Highlight of security so far. Hands down.
It was after that memorable security happening that I knew that day would be interesting.
I saw my ticket was 9B, not happening again. I AM sitting by the window since I got up at 5am. I got on the plane seeing that all row 9 was empty. Score!!! I mean, who is going to say something to me.
Until...... HE came...
"Oh.. did you want the window??"
He looked harmless.. I wanted to say.. "Do you know who I am??? Does it look like I want the window seat?"
Instead I said...
"Oh!! I'm sorry... I didn't even realize!!!" Before I could finish he said, "It's okay!" and sat down.
Phew.. that was close!
Little did i know, no one else that day would be feelin the love. Luckily, my neighbor was nice, let me sleep, and let me have the window! But the peeps in front of us were a little different.
Newlyweds. Who likes a good pair of newlyweds?? I haven't like newlyweds since Nick and Jessica split, and I was reassured not to like them when I sat behind these two. The wife was literally beating the crap out of this kid the entire ride. It was FAR from flirting. I even had to hear to the words, "Babe. Stop biting me!" Okay.. do what you want on your own time, but when your shaking my tray, I'm going to have a problem. I looked at my nice neighbor and said, "Well.. he's going to have a long life ahead of him." He looked at me, and laughed rullll hard. As soon as I made a friend, however, I scared him away. I just had to ruin this awesome neighbor chemistry by saying, "Yeah... if you don't make them stop, I'm going to do the same thing to you!" Let's just say he didn't laugh as hard at that one.... so..I went to sleep for the next hour over to Dallas.....
September 1st, Connecting flight Dallas to Hartford, CT 2:00pm
Well, after witnessing that newlywed crap, I should have known love was not in the air. I was walking down the gate entrance as they were giving each other more bruises. Then, as I was walking through the entire airport for my next gate, I overheard this man's conversation to his wife, lover, someone of that sort saying, "Yes! I'm on business! Would you like me to go to a strip club?!! Is that what you're expecting to hear?! Fine! I'm going to go to a strip club!" I wanted to just tap him on the shoulder... and say, "Excuse me..... I'm not sure if that's necessarily the best choice." But... I already scared one potential friend away, so it wasn't worth it.
But-- I made it to my plane, event got a little manchu wok before the flight. I was dreading the 4 hours however....... UNTIL I got to my window seat. I had a super cute neighbor, telling me all about taking her daughter to college for the first time. And then..... it was like magic.... TV screens came down! I figured they would be showing airline commercials..safety procedures... the standard. NO! They showed the new movie, "Something Borrowed." My neighbor and I were definitely into it. One of my favorite things is when people forget their are wearing headphones. She would turn to me and say thing like, "Wow. He's hott!!!" And like I said.... she forgot she was in headphones...... I definitely recommend the movie! A great way to sum up the theme of dis-functional relationships!
Landed on time, and got to see my LDC friends. :) Now... just sitting in the freezing weather of CT, looking out the apartment window (definitely change to a plane window), just waiting on the next plane seat.... one week from today to be exact!
Catch-Up (not to be confused with Ketchup) Seat
Yes, yes yes. My bad.
According to this blog, I am still in Wyoming-- When in fact, I have been to 3 different states, 3 different time zones, and 3 different climates since my last post. Oops!! Time has been FLYING with work being so crazy! Not too many interesting characters-- but let me try to catch up a little bit.
August 20th, Wyoming to Ohio
Just like flying to Wyoming, I got to take my own personal little plane on the way to a bigger airport, to connect for a bigger airport. Yep-- real descriptive.
I don't remember too much. Just the two Jersey girls on my baby flight. Big sun glasses, velvet jump suites two sizes too small, iPhones, and talking slow. I was annoyed, seeing as it was before 1pm. But it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I flew on time, caught my connecting flight, and made it to Detroit right on time. Things seem rather boring when they work out correctly!
This time, however, I had more travel in a car for an hour and a half after my day of flying. That was pretty interesting, and definitely a new experience trying to stay "on" after such a long day. But the women that greeted me and were a part of the chapter were super great, and listened to things like Tarzan during the car ride-- Definite success.
August 26th, Ohio to New Mexico
Another 2 hour car ride before even starting my air travel for the day. It was a morning after the first recruitment night, so lets just say a lot of sleep didn't go into that wonderful day. Again, I don't remember much from that day, because things must have been going "right," and plus I was a walking sleepless zombie. The only two things I recall from that travel day are from a text and a tweet. I had man friend call me at 7am to make sure I was awake to leave that morning, and lets just say I had a text that said, "Let's just say I'm glad I got to see the "morning" you early on in our relationship." (that shows how well THAT conversation must have went.......) And then I tweeted that morning from my real person account that said, "Please keep the music turned up. I don't need to talk." Oops... I must have been pleasant! Again, travel must have went fine, because I ended up in New Mexico without a bad taste in my mouth to American Airlines!!!
New Mexico was beautiful! But hott...... Since that travel day was only about 6 5 days ago.. maybe I can write a REAL aisle seat blog. :)
Friday, August 19, 2011
The BEST Aisler
8/16/11 Connecting Flight From Denver to Cheyene, WY 1130 am
(There is a story leading up to this one in the previous blog. I just didn't want to write TOO much in one post, because then Sir Michael Gurney would comment that I'm writing a manuscript.)
My connecting flight was supposed to start boarding at 1055, and it is now 1115. I wasn't too worried, as it usually takes forever to board flights. I go up to a frontier counter and ask, "Can you let me know what gate Cheyene is currently at? And could you call down and let them know I am on my way?" She tells me the gate, and then says she does not "have access" to those phones. Um.... your lying to me. She just wanted to see me hustle. But whatever-- I'll show her I can make it on my own!!!
For the first time in my life, I walked down an escalator. Yep, walked down the moving stairs. Hopefully that's the last time I do that too. I find a large board to make sure I am going to the right gate, as I did not trust no access to phone girl, and I saw that the flight to Cheyenne was with Greater Lakes America, not Frontier. Well.. THIS is interesting. As I hear "Gate 68A is now all boarding to services to Cheyenne" I only get mad because I did not have time to creep and guess who the aisle winner was today!! Oh well... I walk up frantically to the gate, and she says, "Cheyenne?" How did she know????? I was creeped out in responding, "yess...... but I also have a question" I explain how my plane JUST landed, and I wanted to make sure my baggage got on this flight out. Again, I walked up to another liar who just says "No." Luckily, the guy who actually works with the baggage comes right up to me and says, "All the baggage that is checked for this flight is what you see out there-- was your flight Frontier?" I said, "yes, from Knoxville. I just have two large pink bags." This guy, being the man of the day, says into his little microphone, "yeah, we are looking for two pink bags to Cheyenne."
After being so happy that finally someone stopped lying to me, I thought about what he said, "All the baggage that is checked for this flight is what you see out there" I see a box. How come only a box? How come she knew I was on this flight?? How come we are boarding, and I am only behind two people? How come we are walking outside........
YES!! This flight is one of those tiny little, I can see and talk to the pilot flights, where you never go above the clouds, and with propellers and everything. I love those!!!!!! But I DEFINITELY was not expecting it at all! So who was my neighbor? You can read it in the title! The best one I ever had.... only 6 seats on the plane, so who sat next to me? ME!!!!
I boarded the flight in time, I get to sit next to me, the pilot is directly giving us safety procedures, and I didn't think this flight could get better. Just then I hear a BANG BANG BANG. Yep-- someone is literally knocking on our plane. The pilot looks out, and all I hear is, "HEY! WE GOT THAT GIRLS PINK BAGS!!!!"
:). How nice of him. I tried tapping on my window and mouthing "THANK YOU!!!" But I'm not sure if he ever saw me. 25 minutes later, I landed in Cheyenne Wyoming, with all my luggage, and good to go.
Yes, I am in Wyoming.
(There is a story leading up to this one in the previous blog. I just didn't want to write TOO much in one post, because then Sir Michael Gurney would comment that I'm writing a manuscript.)
My connecting flight was supposed to start boarding at 1055, and it is now 1115. I wasn't too worried, as it usually takes forever to board flights. I go up to a frontier counter and ask, "Can you let me know what gate Cheyene is currently at? And could you call down and let them know I am on my way?" She tells me the gate, and then says she does not "have access" to those phones. Um.... your lying to me. She just wanted to see me hustle. But whatever-- I'll show her I can make it on my own!!!
For the first time in my life, I walked down an escalator. Yep, walked down the moving stairs. Hopefully that's the last time I do that too. I find a large board to make sure I am going to the right gate, as I did not trust no access to phone girl, and I saw that the flight to Cheyenne was with Greater Lakes America, not Frontier. Well.. THIS is interesting. As I hear "Gate 68A is now all boarding to services to Cheyenne" I only get mad because I did not have time to creep and guess who the aisle winner was today!! Oh well... I walk up frantically to the gate, and she says, "Cheyenne?" How did she know????? I was creeped out in responding, "yess...... but I also have a question" I explain how my plane JUST landed, and I wanted to make sure my baggage got on this flight out. Again, I walked up to another liar who just says "No." Luckily, the guy who actually works with the baggage comes right up to me and says, "All the baggage that is checked for this flight is what you see out there-- was your flight Frontier?" I said, "yes, from Knoxville. I just have two large pink bags." This guy, being the man of the day, says into his little microphone, "yeah, we are looking for two pink bags to Cheyenne."
After being so happy that finally someone stopped lying to me, I thought about what he said, "All the baggage that is checked for this flight is what you see out there" I see a box. How come only a box? How come she knew I was on this flight?? How come we are boarding, and I am only behind two people? How come we are walking outside........
YES!! This flight is one of those tiny little, I can see and talk to the pilot flights, where you never go above the clouds, and with propellers and everything. I love those!!!!!! But I DEFINITELY was not expecting it at all! So who was my neighbor? You can read it in the title! The best one I ever had.... only 6 seats on the plane, so who sat next to me? ME!!!!
I boarded the flight in time, I get to sit next to me, the pilot is directly giving us safety procedures, and I didn't think this flight could get better. Just then I hear a BANG BANG BANG. Yep-- someone is literally knocking on our plane. The pilot looks out, and all I hear is, "HEY! WE GOT THAT GIRLS PINK BAGS!!!!"
:). How nice of him. I tried tapping on my window and mouthing "THANK YOU!!!" But I'm not sure if he ever saw me. 25 minutes later, I landed in Cheyenne Wyoming, with all my luggage, and good to go.
Yes, I am in Wyoming.
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