f is for flying… and failure

Good Gravy! All I wanted was to fly to and from Michigan with little or no difficulty! I wanted to spend yesterday tip-tapping at my laptop, writing up my monthly review of books I read, finish reading The Last American Man, and eventually end up in Boston.

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.

A week ago, a handful of hours after I made this humble request to the airline gods, I was delayed in the Baltimore airport for four extra hours. I was already at the airport for three full hours before my plane was scheduled to leave. I was dropped off at my first flight almost three hours before take-off.

I didn’t get to my parents’ house until after 10 p.m. that night. I was groggy, woke up groggy the next day and therefore let my hairdresser leave me practically bald!

Okay, that picture gives it away. I did make it home at the end of this story. But hold on. Rewind. I spent almost 8 hours at the Baltimore airport on Wednesday, May 25th. I revisited BWI yesterday at about 3:40. I boarded my connection at 4:25…

… and after weather, air traffic issues, a medical emergency, more weather, and something about how pilots aren’t supposed to work for more than 12 hours a day or whatever, we deplaned at 8:30 p.m. and my flight was cancelled.

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Ugh. I can’t tell this story anymore. If I did, it would contain the following plot points:

  • Rescheduled flights for 6:30 a.m.
  • Waiting an hour for a hotel shuttle to accommodate me.
  • Dropping 80 bucks on a hotel room that I inhabited for about 5 hours.
  • Sleeping for less than 4.
  • A hotel coupon that promised 24-hour on-demand shuttle to the airport… yeah…
  • Reserved 4 a.m. taxi cabs who didn’t take their deadlines very seriously.
  • Intensely long lines to check baggage and go through security.
  • Eating nothing but McDonalds and airline peanuts for nearly 24 hours.

and, yes, eventually landing in Boston this morning at 8 a.m. after a perfect flight, to be picked up by my boyfriend who was home on a “Tornado Day.”

I’m back. I survived. The Lord of the Flights has seriously got it out for me.

I will blog about books on the morrow.

Michigan was fun, but it feels good to be back with two feet on the ground.

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7 Responses to “f is for flying… and failure”

  1. “Wednesday Jun 25th”

    I should say you were gone a long time since you managed to travel through *time*. Sorry on your flying horror experience. That sounds like a long route of sucky turns and twists.

  2. Sorry to hear about the bad travels, but listen to me: I met Eustace Conway at the Turtle Island Open House in March of last year, and it was magical. I love how Elizabeth Gilbert makes sure to write about the not-so-great things about him, but he’s seriously in incredible person and I’m glad to have met him. I wrote him a letter, and he even wrote back! If you ever get the chance, head down there and check out the preserve. Asheville isn’t too far away either, I hear that place is cool but didn’t have time to check it out on my trip.

    • Liz! That is so awesome! I loved the book… that must have been awesome to see everything in person and meet him. It’s kind of rare to meet “real” people, I think, even if they are just as flawed and crazy as we are 🙂

      • I’m glad you loved the book! I love pretty much everything about Elizabeth Gilbert’s writing – her humor, intelligence, and different subject matter over the years.

        It was truly a moving experience for me to meet Eustace, a real living person whom I admire, in the flesh! How often do we get those kinds of opportunities? He didn’t have a lot of time to chat because he was busy doing a lot of demonstrations for groups, but I did shake his hand and thank him. I got to walk all around the grounds and talk to the very friendly and informative staff, and get a feel for what he’s been working to do his whole life. He is such a great storyteller and quite naturally charming.

  3. I’m not a route planner or freight forwarder or anything, but would you consider taking Amtrak to one of the NY airports and flying from there to DTW and then renting a car to get to Jackson? Maybe you can take a plane to the flying J.

  4. forget amtrak it takes way too long. the best route looks like taking the bus to hartford and flying non-stop to dtw. then take a cab to the ann arbor amtrak station and ride the train to the Jackson stop… so far I can see no way to include a boat. the cab to ann arbor can be substituted with a helicopter.

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