6 January
I'm back! (general sighs of relief all around, no doubt)
I got a big hour and a half of sleep Sunday night, as I was packing until 3a and had to get up at 5.15a, which was easier than it sounds, though I crashed pretty hard at around 7.30a.
I got on the plane for the first leg of my trip, which was ostensibly to Dallas/Fort Worth, but we took an unscheduled stop in Palm Springs to refuel because we couldn't carry enough fuel from Burbank.
Huh??
That's like filling your car with gasoline, and then stopping at another gas station four blocks away to gas up again. I overheard a stewardess telling a passenger that it was because the plane would be too heavy with as much fuel as we actually needed and in order to take off at that weight we would need a longer runway than they have at Burbank.
Which still doesn't make an awful lot of sense, because doesn't this flight go to Dallas every day? Was there extra baggage? Lots of fat people? What?
Anyway, all that futzing around in Palm Springs made us arrive in Dallas/Fort Worth an hour late, at 1p, which would have been swell if only my connecting flight to Newark wasn't scheduled to leave at 12.30p. So I got off the plane as fast as I everly could, which wasn't that fast since I was right at the back, ran to the woman with the connections list, said "Did 1550 leave yet?" and the woman said "No, it's hasn't, and it's at that gate right there! It's about to leave, hurry!" It was actually at the gate right next to the gate I just came out of, four inches away! Man, that never happens!
Anyway, I ran over and the flight attendant said "Are you Passenger Zuckert? Run run run, they're closing the gate!" so I tore in and plopped in my seat. Of course, it didn't leave for 45 minutes, but most of that time was spent sitting in the take-off queue on the runway.
Arrived in Newark an hour late, and of course my bags hadn't made it onto the plane. No great surprise there. I was trying to describe the bags to the attendant, which is no great treat, since my bags didn't even remotely resemble any of the bags on the picture card (I always think that sign up at the luggage carousel that says "check your baggage tags as many bags look alike" is hilarious, because my bags never look like any other luggage on earth) when he said "You know, the next flight from Dallas just came in, I'll bet they got on that flight!" which they in fact did.
Of course, that meant that I had to lug them home rather than sitting home with my feet up and having them delivered to my door, but it's always nice to have your stuff.
I was then horrified to find that the cabs to Weehawken costed $33, so I took the bus to the Port Authority instead ($10) and rang Cynthia and whined until she agreed to come pick me up in her car.
And then I was home!
And that's the story of my trip! Well, the very last day of it, in any case. Many more stories to come, darlings.
GASP at the tale of my trip to the eye doctor!
THRILL to the story of how much underwear I got for Christmas!
SCREAM while reading about my search for a five year journal!
No-one will be seated during the terrifying "New Years Day Party At Craig's House" sequence.
One year ago today:
I'm showing my greenness...
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