No, its not really been that dramatic a weekend, though it might have felt it at times. Facebook contacts already should know the basic details, but… The frightening thing is, this isnt the worst trip to the US, or maybe technically it is, because the other time I didnt get here!
Now, to be fair to American Airlines, I knew there were problems of a major kind, even before I left home Saturday morning. What I didnt know was the exact details. And given that I had to be at the airport for 8.40 (2 hours before flight), and their customer services dont open till 8.30 on a Saturday…
I’ll admit it, we didnt get there for 8.40, even though we left in plenty of time, because in all her panic, some daft blonde, namely me, forgot her handbag, with all the important stuff in it! Got there for 8.50, hoping I was going to get an alternate routing, but no. Long and short of it, case is booked in, and then I have a choice, 11 hours of boredom at the airport (given the battery life is about an hour on the laptop), or pay up, and come home for 5 hours or so. Yes, I did the latter, and glad I did, when I found out in the evening that you now only get half an hour of free internet at the airport, unlike before!
We finally take off about 9.30pm, instead of 10.40 am, and arrive in Chicago about 11.45 their time. Immigration are fine, once they decide everyone goes through in one line, instead of the usual separation for US citizens, which put us in the wrong queue. But itwas so short, that by about 12.10, I’m picking up baggage, plus hotel vouchers, and my flight ticket for this morning.
So yes, I finally got here today, arrived at the hotel about midday, after a short delay for baggage, and waiting for the shuttle bus. Sadly plans for the afternoon Mariners game therefore get wiped out, given it was a 1.10 start, and I’m at least 45 minutes from town! Did contemplate a late start as its the only game I could get to this week, but then the shuttle bus had vanished by the time I’d unpacked, so…they lost anyway, shock horror, not!
Oh, did I mention its been in the 70’s over here today, and just walking around in a light top this afternoon, showing off the cleavage and all that. Same tomorrow, but then the weather is forecast to go downhill, ah well…Will have to go up Space Needle tomorrow before all you can see from the top is rain, lol! Ironically, the area I plan to be in next April is being forecast for 5-8 inches of snow! And no, that isnt Alaska either!
And in case anyone was wondering, TSA were right, just went straight through security absolutely fine both times! Mind, that wasnt the body scanner, might have been different if it had been, but should still have been fine after a pat down, so they tell me.
So yes, you can understand the choice of music, in an ironic wayl
You know the type, where the only good point is when you slip into bed and fall asleep? Well, hopefully fall asleep at least lol. Yes, I’m sure you have, all I know is I certainly had one today!
The ‘fun’ started as soon as I left the house this morning, or rather, didnt. I knew it was raining, but ever so slightly I thought until I got outside. Wrong number one! Dash back in, change into a slightly more suitable coat, and again head for the bus stop. Did I get there? Think you’ve guessed the answer, no, I didnt. Almost did, but…where’s my watch? Answer, still on the side in my bedroom waiting for some dumb blonde to put it on! So back home again, this time was the last time though.
Next bit was ironic, Trans Pennine Express delivering a late train, shock horror! Didnt mind really, got on it, got a seat, maybe the rest of the day will be better? Ha ha!
I dont know who thought it was fun to deal me a 9.5 hour shift today, it certainly wasnt me! Even more so after a latish finish last night to boot. So lets see, I got to bed just before midnight, and was up before 6! And got home tonight just after 7.30, just over 12 hours after I left…for the first time!
I dont know if I drew the short straw for calls today at work, or whether everybody was getting imbecilic ones, but I definitely was. Last call was a classic you just dont want to know about, but maybe its just as well you cant murder someone down a phone line lol!
TPE were back to normal by then, train arrived late, left late, but given that it more or less ran to schedule, I couyld still (just about) get the bus with luck. Luck, whats that? Run straight into logjam of people blocking the exit to the station. Force my way out, see the bus at the stop when still nearly 200 yards away, so let out a metaphorical scream of anguish. Something here went wrong. Someone took so long getting on the bus, I got it! Dont ask me how though, I guess something had to go right eventually?
End of the tale of woe, I wish! Normally I bet once a year, on the Grand National. Havent got a clue, pick 3 horses, and donate money to some bookie other than my employer, for rules reasons. But tonight, as I mentioned earlier in the week was the first night of the Breeders Cup. And in the 8.50 was a horse called Stephanie’s Kitten, and we have 2 cats in the house. So alright, I was going to have a very small bet on it, just because of that. But because of that last call, and the delay that caused me, I had a choice, put the bet on, or get the train. Yes, no contest, get the train! And yes, you guessed it, horse won at 8/1!
The video tonight shows my cynical nature, and dry humour, I’m sure you’ll get the joke if you click the button!