one of the longest days in history. woke up.,packed my shit (was at cam’s in austin) and headed to the airport. was plenty early- had a beer and a sandwich, all was good. board the flight for denver, flight was ok- way bumpy in parts but other than that, routine. listened to some choons on the ipod and tried to relax. land, check the board to see if the gates were the same as well as departure time. gates right, but i am now leaving at 6:30 instead of 4:40, mind you it’s just now 4:00. well shit- i’m hungry, might as well grab a bite to eat. run into the pub, grab a salad, some soup, a beer and make it snappy. jump out of the bar and check the screen only to see that now i’m leaving at an estimated 8:45pm. wtf!?
now southWORST has 3 other flights leaving denver for vegas later than mine. i know the weather possessed suckitude in vegas so i could understand a slight delay, but when i see flights leaving later than mine boarding and departing i’m a lil annoyed. how is this possible?! if we were on a gate hold due to weather (which i was told) why aren’t we leaving before the other flights? last i checked our plane was here. this fucking sucks! i abandon hope and decide to find someplace comfy, with an outlet, that i can hole up for the next 2.5 hours. i’ve been on the phone with shay, mom and my sister. they’re checking into why i wouldn’t be leaving. shay sends me a message that my slight is boarding, she saw it on swa’s website. i fucking bolt! i run like 20 gates, check the departures board that says “boarding” only to see the plane pushing back… no way i missed it! they didn’t page. i could hear the fucking announcements, i didn’t hear my name? holy fucking shit! what the hell is going on. after the panic, and a brief, “umm shut the fuck up” to a bitter old lady who thought she needed to give her input, they announced that the board was wrong and the plane was still slated for the 8:45 departure. for fuck’s sake man- first you tell me that i’m going to be delayed, then you make me think that i missed my flight? i double checked with the gate agent again just to reduce my heart rate.
So i kill the time until till they come back on and say that the plane is ready to be boarded- however, they’re waiting for some flight attendants who haven’t even landed yet! i mean, come the fuck on. I’ve been holed up in the Denver International Airport (which was nice otherwise) for near 5 fucking hours, my very means of leaving is 20 yards away and i can’t get on! 30 minutes passed and with an audible cheer from the crowd we board- thank jeebus i was in the A boarding group (talk about insult to injury). Finally, on my way home. The flight was bumpy as fuck- i didn’t care, i was on my way home. The crew bought us a round (rather didn’t charge us for a round) and all was well. landed in some serious wind (you wouldn’t have liked it shay) but finally on the ground in vegas.
luggage took forever to come, but at that point i was so over it. got in the car and drove home. fuck what a long day. seriously. this entry is proof why i will whenever possible pay to never fly southwest again- and to top it off. we never (mom, shay, other passengers) never got a straight answer as to why we were stuck there for so long. bullshit.
in other news- i leave thursday night on American Airlines (fuck you swa) for Miami. Yes, my friends, it’s that time of the year again- Winter Music Conference! Friday we have the Radio1 party, maybe stop into Ultra, Saturday is Ultra all day, and Sunday we board a big fucking board (i’m on a boat bitch! With my flippy floppies!) for the western carribean! woo fucking hoo! can’t wait. So yeah, talk to you peeps latro. Donovan is out!