Adventures in Getting to Pondfilk!

[judifilksign]

So, I got up before dawn, re-packed the bag Sparkle unpacked last night, got to the airport, and once again was pulled aside so the screeners could admire the corset  I'd packed.  In early morning drama, the plane was down for repairs, but they were able to replace with a different plane, and off we went, with a rainbow ring around the plane.  So pretty!  I actually thought all my travel troubles were over.

In Minneapolis, my connecting flight to Seattle caught on *fire* (or at least billowing smoke,) and the fire trucks came to our gate.  Everyone charged over to the windows to watch the excitement.  I debate makinghsifyppah  proud by taking a picture, and instead I took the opportunity to go to the agent alone behind her desk.  "My plane is not going to make my connection to Seattle," I say.

"Ya think?" she says.  She says  the only flight that can get me to Seattle in time for my connection to Victoria is boarding now, and is all the way across the airport, and I won't be able to make it.

"Oh, yes I will,"  I say, and she books me, and tells me to come back if I  miss the flight, and she'll take care of me.  I run run run run run through the length of the airport, and people move out of my way, and I come panting up to the gate as they announce my name as last chance to get on.  They figured out  who I was, which  was good because  couldn't talk yet.  No time for pictures of the burning plane, dangit.  Judi the Jinx, seriously.  I was able to contact solomons_pond to let him know the schedule change.

On the flight to Seattle was a big guy next to me, claustrophobic and starting to talk about  "getting out of here."  I blathered at him non-stop.  He had about six drinks, and they stopped serving him, but he interacted with me, much to the annoyance of my other  seatmate, who mistook me for his wife.

The short trip from Seattle had a cat in a carrier, and an infant.  We took mental bets and long looks between passengers as to which would be more annoying, and lost to the woman who non-stop shuffled her cards.  Finally, a guy turned to her and said "You're done now."  But she didn't get it.

But I am here and happy now, will be eating soon, life is good!

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[judifilksign.livejournal.com]

I hope you realize that as I ran pell-mell throught the airport, I had the "The Wreck of the Crash of the Easthill Mining Disaster" running through my head.

This was a good thing, because the pace of that song picks up as it goes along, letting me run faster as I tired out.

Oh, and now I am so happy, because I bought a copy of the CD from motherinlawtree", and that is an awesome thing.