Sunday, July 15, 2007

The best laid plans......

why am i sitting here writing this to you.. when i should be on a plane???

let me take you back to yesterday.
spent a wonderful afternoon, wandering the seaside of Brighton.. even went out on the pier...finally. Followed it up with a quick trip to the movies, as scott knew i really wanted to go see Harry Potter. Good movie...thought i liked the others better.

got home at 11.30pm and had to pack our bags for VIVA LAS VEGAS (imagine really bad elvis impression) finally into bed at something ungodly like 2am.

got woken by scott at 7ish in the morning to get ready and we were out the door headed for Gatwick airport before 8am. a taxi and a train ride later, we get to the airport, only to be told that things were not looking good but i might be the last one on, so fingers crossed. scott had to go sign on, so i was left on my own for an hour and a half, sweating and stressing on if im going to even get on. they then cite weight restrictions.. which means regardless of how many seats are left we may not get on, scott is texting baqck and forth stressing over it all and telling me that he has a jump seat request in for me. finally, at the last minute, they give us all boarding passes, and im in economy..who cares i got on.. stressed getting through the incredibly long line at security.. racing through the airport to get to the gqate.. to see they havent started boarding yet...phew... then... they start calling out.. any standby passengers in the line?? then im told that the weight restrictions have been reinstated and we have to be offloaded, ut wait at the gate just in case (we have already gone thru immigration and all.. ) i text scott who comes racing out of the aircraft, even though passengers are now on there.... totally distraught, trying everything he can with the gate personnel to get me on... turns out the captain had a mate and after much ado the captains mate got on but not me, and so we had to sit there at the gate, waving scotts plane goodbye. there were 12 of us left behind. we were assured that tomorrows flight is so wide open and we would all get on if we tried. poor scott must be having an awful time on the flight, knowing i got left behind and feeling really guilty, since he requested this trip, which is 3 days long so we could got to las vegas together, and now, in our last week we potentially have 3 day seperated. so i came home on the train and taxi, alone.... feeling a bit down but totally understanding ..this is the way the staff travel thing works. i didnt work 12 years for an airline and not learn this. anyway, im going to try for the flight tomorrow... which will mean spending 11 hours going there and 11 hours coming back, just for a total of 24 hours in las vegas, but the important thing is that scott and i will be able to spend a little more time together. id walk to the end of the earth for this man. i know when scott rings me in about an hour or so, he is going to be kicking himself for this trip..poor guy. he texted all his friends to tell them what happened and to look after me..and they have all called to make sure im ok.. i mean how sweet is that?

so tonight, i go to bed alone again.... (hmmmm practice for when i have to go home again?) and head back to the airport at 7am again to try again. fingers crossed eh !!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That suxors!

You should have placed an anonnymous call that the Captain appeared drunk!

It might not have got you to Las Vegas... but at least you and Scott wouldn't be apart either :)

seymour said...

Poor wolf! What an terrible ordeal to go through to still get a kick in the guts. Airlines are such an emotinal ride. Here's hoping you get to be in your mans arms again really soon.