Well, after a brief stay in Detroit, I have made it to Manhattan.
The journey was an interesting one. Read on, if you dare...
NW Airlines canceled my flight into the NY area because they didn't have anyone to fly it. I had a heck of a time getting re booked. I talked to three to five different NW employees just to find a different flight I could get to NY on. The first guy said, "go see this guy" the second said, "I don't know what to tell you, every thing's full." I had two airline workers try and tell me that my flight was canceled due to "inclement weather" so, (Now pay attention to this part, it's a trip), the airline was not responsible for rescheduling me or finding me a place to stay. WHAT!? I didn't even begin to take that for an answer. I made about five phone calls, ran around the airport and FINALLY found a very kind NW employee named Carlotta who was very helpful, God bless her. She helped get me on a flight to LaGuardia in NYC,
the next day. Also, I had a room at a local hotel that the airline would be paying 1/2 the cost of. Yipee.
Carlotta also sent out a "baggage alert" to try and get my luggage on the same flight I was on. That, she told me, was not guaranteed. Great. No luggage when I get to NYC. She told me I'd have to pick it up when it finally got to an airport in the NYC vicinity. Yeah right. But I thought I'd cross that bridge when it came.
So it turned out that I would be spending the night in Detroit. Or shall I say Romulus, Michigan, the real city the "Detroit Airport" is in. I was put up in the lovely Crowne Plaza Hotel. It was charming and complete with "lavender linen spray." That's great but can I have a toothbrush and some clean clothes?
Then came dinner. My options were: overpriced room service, McDonald's across the busy street, or gnawing my hand off. I chose Mickey D's. (I only do that when I'm desperate.)
Jet-lagged, dirty, and minus my luggage, I spent an INCREDIBLY boring night in "Detroit." There was nothing but news on T.V., nothing. (If you missed the news on the 23rd, I'd be glad to recap it for you verbatim.) The highlight of my evening was a chat or two with my parents back in Oregon. Thank God for them!
I went to bed at about 9:30pm. I don't think I've gone to bed that early since I was 3 years old. I could tell that I wasn't used to a dinner feast of McDonald's because I had horrible nightmares all night long. I'm pretty sure I dreamt that I beat the crap out of somebody in my dream. Whoa.
In the morning, the EARLY morning, I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. Must've been the nightmares. I took a shower, reluctantly put my dirty clothes back on, and checked out of my hotel.
One interesting shuttle ride later,(The driver insisted on telling me how easy it would be to blow up an airport if someone really wanted to. COME ON!), I ended up at the "Detroit Airport" AGAIN with the hopes of catching a flight into NY's LaGuardia Airport. They moved my arrival airport to LaGuardia, which I liked. That was a highlight. I like LaGuardia, I'm more familiar with it.
I ate an overpriced breakfast and sat at my departure gate. After an hour and thirty minutes had passed we were told our flight was delayed. After the entire section of future passengers moaned in dismay I wanted to stand up and scream, "You ain't seen nothin' yet! Just wait! We'll all be here tomorrow!" I decided against it.
I walked into a "Border's" bookshop, that was maybe 10 yards from my departure gate, and had a look at the books. A few minutes later I happened to glance over at my gate only to see that all the seats where empty and not a single passenger was left from my flight. I had a little panic moment and sprinted over to my gate.
Apparently everyone had boarded the flight. That's funny! I didn't hear a boarding announcement! Well I got on the flight, thank God. What happened was they decided to load all the passengers onto the plane for the duration of the flight delay. GREAT IDEA! Pack a whole bunch of people onto a HOT plane while we wait for the "okay" to take off. Bad Bad BAD idea. The plane must've been 100 degrees on board and no one wanted to sit around on the tarmac like we did for about an hour.
We finally took off. In the air they sent our flight on a "holding pattern" meaning we couldn't fly into our destination airport just yet. We had to fly around and wait. After an extended flight we finally landed in LaGuardia.
At the baggage claim, you guessed it, neither of my two bags came out on the conveyor belt. I wandered around trying to find out where I could "file a claim" for my "delayed" luggage. I came upon a makeshift corral of unattended luggage and spotted one of my suitcases! I nearly jumped up with delight. I must've looked like such a nerd just cheesin' away in the airport all by myself simply because I came across my luggage. I ran into the NW baggage claim center and could hardly stand still while I waited in line to take my suitcase. I finally got to the front of the sad, frustrated line and found out that I could have my little green suitcase. YAY!
But where the heck was my big black suitcase? "That one ended up in Newark." OF COURSE! Sending one person's luggage to ONE airport is too easy! However, I was told that I would have the bag delivered to me at my residence on east 63rd street. That was an upgrade!
I went outside and waited 45 minutes in the humid NY afternoon for a cab. (There were about a million people in line to get a cab. Hence the wait.)
I heckled a stubborn cab driver into taking me to a nearby subway station. They try to get you to want a further off destination; hence a larger fare. No thanks, been there, done that. The jerk finally took me to the Astoria/Ditmars yellow line subway station. Much cheaper, gotta think like a New Yorker.
I got into Manhattan in 10 minutes, (it was rush hour on the highway into Manhattan. A cab into town would've cost me my right arm. Thank you, thank you.) After a long, sweaty walk around the Upper East side of Manhattan, with my little green suitcase, backpack, and purse, I ended up at my destination. Finally.
I caught up with my good friends Murph (Meredith) and Lauren. They will be my roommates for 5 weeks. We ate some NY style pizza, I got my bed made, (With new Bed, Bath & Beyond bedding), and now I'm off to sleep. What a trip!
All the craziness aside, I'm here! Thank God!
PS.
I have yet to see my black suitcase and it's 2:30am EST, Saturday, August 25th, 2007.