Hooray I'm back with the family in the US of A!! You never can really grasp how much you appreciate it until you spend 6 weeks out of it. Even when I made it to Atlanta I was so excited to be the one that understood everyone and not the other way around! But if you can believe it, I had an adventure just getting home!
At 6am on Thursday I was picked up by an airport shuttle. I was the only one with the guy because the person I was supposed to go with decided to get a later shuttle since his flight didn't leave until almost 10am. S we are driving and the cobblestone roads are putting up a fight! I love cobblestone roads but they are MISERABLE for traveling on. I feel like I got my brains knocked a little loose. Anywho, we get to the airport and the driver goes around to get out my bags. Now mind you, I had fragile things in my smaller suitcase because who knows what could happen if I put it in my checked luggage. So this fragile bag had my computer and some souvenirs for my people. The driver opens the door and my bag falls the ground- the fragile one. I almost had a fit. And what's worse is that he BROKE the bag so it only had one of the little stands so it was lopsided and couldn't stand on its own. UGH! So he says he THINKS that my flight is in Terminal 1. Excuse me? What do you mean you THINK! Luckily it was in there or I would have dropped Fragile and womped on him. I find my gate and all that jazz and I get really excited because I knew I was on my way home. I even got to sit by myself in my row of seats because our flight wasn't full! But that's where the trouble started.
I looked at my watch and realized that it was 10:45 and my next plane left at 11:20 and we were still in the air. Not even making our descent in to Dublin! So I pushed my little call button and the flight attendant came and just stared at me. I was like I'm going to miss my flight because we aren't going to get there until 11:15 and it leaves at 11:20. She continued to stare and I asked her what I could do about it. Then she says to me like I'm so sort of idiot, we are now an hour behind, it's only 9:45 their time. Ok fine but I didn't realize that! I felt stupid but she didn't have to look at me like I was! So then it was the worst landing of my plane experiences. We were teetering back and forth from wing to wing all the way to the ground and we bounced so hard when we hit... I thought I was going to be really ill. I rushed to customs- they had 2 lines open and there were a large number of Non EU people there- including myself! In retrospect, I realize the guy that stamped my passport when I got to Ireland was the same guy who stamped it when I was leaving it. Weird. Anywho, I got stamped and rushed to my gate where I realize, in horror, that the plane that was supposed to leave before mine at 9:30 still hadn't left yet. So it was like 11:30 and I was so LE MIZ!! So then I hear my voice paged over the intercom to go to the desk- Ok happy to get away from the screaming children. I was secretly hoping they weren't on my flight. I get to the desk and I don't even really know what they were talking about- something about not having an actual ticket and just having an e-ticket- I don't know. But I asked the lady if, since we would be leaving considerably later, if I would miss my connecting flight in Atlanta. She said no but that she could put me on a later flight if I wanted to be sure- NO THANKS. So we finally get gone from Ireland and it turns out, we already were made to go through U.S. Customs in Ireland before we even left so we wouldn't have to do it when we got to the US.
The flight from Dublin to Atlanta wasn't so bad. I sat next to someone who didn't speak and only had to get up once. The food was actually pretty delish! I was able to watch 3 complete films and a couple of episodes of TV. It was really a pleasant flight and much shorter than the one that took me there. So I arrived in ATL, I normally complain about the heat but when I felt the warmth as soon as I got off the plane I was so excited because I knew I was home, and I had to go get my luggage from the baggage claim and take it over to have it RECHECKED to go back on my plane. I thought this was the most assinine thing ever! Not to mention that now I had TWO broken bags because either the Czech people or the Irish people broke near the top of my big bag so the handle to roll it came out like 2 inches... more LE MIZ! Imagine my frustration. So I recheck my stupid bag and get lost trying to find my gate but I had time because we landed at 4:30 and weren't supposed to leave until 5:50, so I was good. I get to the gate and get in line to board the plane and when my boarding pass is scanned it makes this terrible beeping sound- Oh crap. It turns out that even though I had told the happy ladies in Dublin NOT to change my flight, they did that anyway and I was put on a flight leaving at 6:50! UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH! That's exactly how I felt. These are the times when I wish I had the super power of Teleporting- just like Kurt from X-Men 2.
I sat in the corner and pouted. I spent $1 on a 2 minute phone to tell Parker to tell mom that I was going to be late. I saw people I knew from my trip and I didn't even try to get their attention. I was ready to be done. Finally it was our turn to leave and everything was going better or so it seemed. I got on the plane and it was all fine and dandy until this family with 2 small children sat next to me. They were a cute family, going to Disney World to see the princesses, you know the type. The youngest girl could not have been older than 3 or 4 and she proceeded to scream for long periods of time, although intermittantly, the entire 1 hour and 5 minutes of our trip. And what did the parents do? Shhh please sweetie don't do that. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!!? Take their ass to the bathroom and have a good talking to about how you behave on the plane or there will be NO PRINCESSES!! That's just me. I would have done it for them. However, they let me go in front of them to get off the plane. This was bliss for me. I strongly resisted the urge to through myself on to the ground but I didn't. I took the happy tram to the main terminal and I swear it couldn't get there fast enough! I saw Mom and Jay on the other side of the glass and it was just amazing happiness. When I got to the end of the corridor though, leaning up against the giant planter was PARKER!!! I was so excited! He tricked me but it was the best trick EVER!!
We got my bag, which was already waiting at the baggage claim- SWEET! And we left. We went to Chick-Fil-A which was pure happiness and then came home. That's all and it was amazing. So now I will go see Dad and Grace (yay) and start my life back over again in Tallacrappy.
Hope you enjoyed my adventures! Thanks for reading them!
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