The shuttle was picking me up between 8:20 and 8:40 this morning to take me to the airport. So I set 2 alarms on my phone for 7:30. Then stayed up way late trying to make sure I had everything. Got my suitcase and bag loaded up and at the front door. Clothes laid out to wear on the plane. Made sure I had my battery charger for my camera and phone. Loaded up my film camera and flash and stuff. Then finally crashed around 4am.
I got woken up by my home phone ringing at 8:30am. It was Super Shuttle calling to tell me they were outside. ACK!!!! PANIC!!! Run around like a crazy person, throwing on clothes, grabbing house keys, etc. Somehow I was out the door within about 5-10 minutes. I didn’t even brush my teeth or my hair. 😛
On the way to the airport (I was the only passenger…dammit, I could’ve slowed down my mad rush a bit if I’d known that) I realized I’d forgotten to grab my glasses out of my car. I don’t need them much, but would’ve been nice to have them for the games this weekend. Oh well.
I get to the airport and check in for my 10:50 flight to San Antonio and find that an earlier flight had been cancelled, so they are pretty sure this one will be full and I won’t make it on (flying standby essentially on one of Red Baron’s passes). As this is a new experience for me, I’m a little panicked about what to do if I don’t make it on that flight. I was supposed to fly there then change planes for San Diego (stupid Wright Amendment).
I figure I won’t panic yet and will just wait and see what happens. If I miss the flight, I’ll go find some nice Southwest employee to help me. When they get ready to start loading, they announce that they are guaranteeing ALL people from the cancelled flight will be boarded. I’m thinking this doesn’t sound good for me. But in the end, I make it onto the plane at the last minute and am on my way.
I find a seat next to two older (40s maybe) ladies who seem to be having a good ol’ time. Apparently one or both are school teachers and/or a principal. Their conversations were amusing (and also scary considering they are educators of some sort). At one point, I shit you not, the lady by the window tells the other she just doesn’t get the whole tsunami thing, “Why couldn’t they just swim with it?”
I was completely dumbfounded. Then she starts talking about not liking Iranians or something. The other lady was like, “yeah, probably not something you should be saying on a plane. There might be one sitting near us.”
Finally they put in a dvd on their laptop and I didn’t have to hear anymore insanity.
The flight from San Antonio to San Diego was much easier. I show up to check in and they immediately give me a boarding pass. Yes, I’m definitely on the next flight, so I call my brother in San Diego to let him know so he’ll know when to pick me up.
Got here around 5pm Dallas time and hung out with my sis-in-law for a bit. Dilbert had to go back into the office for a 4pm (6pm CT) meeting. In about an hour, we’re going to dinner. Good thing, too. I’m starving and have had nothing more than airplane snacks and coffee today.
P.S. I ended up bringing 3 pairs of shoes. And wish I’d have grabbed my black boots as well. It’s freaking cold and I have 2 pair of sandals. Brilliant.