Back From Vacation! US Airways Sucks!

What do you mean, "Oh... you were gone??"

We had a lovely time on our cruise. I'll post details later, and bore the ever-loving shit out of you. I promise.

Today is reserved for my loathing and disgust with US Airways. I hate them all. May the airline go bankrupt. (Cheers!)

We arrived at the airport 7:30 Friday morning for a 2:45 flight. Yeah, won't be using THAT travel agency again. Anyway. All was spiffy until we noticed that Every. Single. US Air. Flight. Was. LATE. Coming in, going out, didn't matter. We also noticed that every Delta, AA, Norwegian Air, Bob's Airplane Service (and Bait & Tackle) was On. Time.

Our flight was almost an hour late. We had a 50 minute window to make the connection. Well, now we're down to -10 minutes. EVERYONE ELSE on the flight was rebooked to better connections. Except us. We're cursed or something. We go up to the counter to ask WTH??? and the guy's like "Oh... yeah. You're heading to Harrisburg. We were going to talk to you last."

Uh-oh. That can't be good.

"There's no way you're going to make your connection and we don't have anything else available until tomorrow."

Really. Not. Good.

"We can get you to Philadelphia and put you up in a hotel."

Um, no.

"Or we can put you up in Charlotte."

Slightly better, but still... no.

We wait for the flight to Charlotte, and en route, the pilot makes up some time. We now have a fabulous 8 minutes to make our connecting flight.

We land in Concourse B 4.

By the time we got off the plane, we had 5 1/2 minutes. Of course, the connecting flight was on time. Bastards.

Connection is in Concourse E 18. As you can see, it's a freaking hike.

Concourse E is up here ...................................X


and B is here ^

We RAN through the airport and made it just as they were closing the doors. They let us on (HOORAY!).

My chest was on fire. I am way out of shape. Oy.

We land in Harrisburg. (Yay! Almost home!)

But.

Only one of our suitcases landed with us.

Keep in mind, we had gotten up at 5 A.M. to be off the ship & to the airport. It's now 8:45 P.M. I was *not* a happy camper. Throw in a complete bitch with a comprehension deficiency at the luggage counter, and I'm ready to twist someone's head off and play soccer with it.

The dimwit in Miami put someone else's name on one of our suitcases. It is taking the scenic route to Harrisburg from Miami, via Houston.

Allegedly, we are guaranteed to have our suitcase within 48 hours. Yeah. I'll believe it when I have it in my hands.

What really irks me is that 90% of my souvinirs are in that suitcase. And my favorite jeans. I just want my stuff.

Grrrrrrr.

August Sixth

August sixth, two thousand and seven, will be a normal, average day for most folks. They'll be getting up and going to work...

But not me!

I just got back from the travel agency a little bit ago, after booking our CRUISE!

HUZZAH!!

I'm so excited. My husband, my offspring and myself will be taking a Royal Caribbean cruise to the Bahamas. It's a nice five day, four night trip, and I. Can't. Wait.

We've never taken a *real* vacation as a family. Unless you count the nightmare of a trip we took to Myrtle Beach, SC - if I had to relive that trip, I'd snack on arsenic and wash it down with Drain-O. It was that bad.

Long weekends are as fancy as it gets. Hubby & I took a cruise in 2002 and we've been itching to take another one. So now's the time.

I'm really looking forward to a nice relaxing week on the cruise.

Of course, I expect a huge hurricane that ruins all our plans. Or a typhoon. Or some freak crosswinds that blow us into Bermuda, where we vanish.

I wanna go NOW, dammit, not 5 months from now. *whine*

We even sprung for the Jr. Suite so we'll have our own little balcony. Last time we went, I spent every evening on the balcony writing in my journal. I can't wait. It's gonna rock. :oD