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Original Plan- Leave 6:00 to San Jose Air port. Fly to Vegas from San Jose Airport. Get picked up by Tina in Vegas around 12-1. Spend day in city. Go see family
Plan B- Created as a result of the blizzard. Leave for San Jose Airport 6:15 Fly to Portland Oregon fly from San Jose Airport. Transfer over to Salt Lake City once in Portland. Arrival time 1-2 PM
What actually happened-
I woke up around 5:30 to get ready for the day of traveling. I went to bed at midnight because of my night class that goes very late, packing last minute and getting ready for bed. I also spend a good fifteen minutes searching for my blasted cell phone. The accused machine died and I spent the later hours scouring my dark house while half blind because I had taken my contacts out. Why did I take them out? One my eyes were burning and two you are really only suppose to wear them maybe 10 hours I had been wearing them maybe 14 or 15 hours. And my glasses were MIA. So I found the phone and searched my house again for a charger. I found one luckily then I had to find an outlet (I used the bathroom outlet). Anyway so I collapsed into bed after scriptures and prayer. I glared at the clock and remembered I had to set the alarm. So begrudgingly I clawed at the alarm clock and fumbled around till the time was set. Then I realized I had to get up and turn the light off. After a groan I pulled myself out of the warm sanctuary of the covers and switched off the light. I returned to bed, tossed around a bit and then finally relinquished my strength and just threw my face into the pillow, exhausted.
I woke to the little “beep, beep, beep,” of my alarm and peeped open an eye. Ugh. It’s 5:30…5:30 Gah I don’t want to relive my Seminary years! Groan. Ok well, I woke up around 5:00-5:30 all of High school I can get up now. So with five and half hours of sleep and my little spurt of energy I jumped out of bed and immediately wished I was back inside the covers because the house was flippen cold. Anyway, I zombie-walked to the bathroom and started to wash my face. I figure my routine in the morning will bore you al to tears so I’ll get on with it. My ride to the Air port calls me and she has a thick like…uhh Pilipino accent, so all I caught was. “I’m outside your house,” So I go outside into the bitter, freezing, frigid cold. And see a car. I think to myself… is that my neighbor’s car? I look down the street. Start shivering. After a minute or so I feel a little creeped out because the wind wrestled the trees and the street was lit by the street lamps. Anyway I try calling my ride but she called with a restricted number so I could not call back. Irritated I go back towards my house grumbling about the cold. I call my mom and as I opening the door I hear her little voice
“Tiffany”
My ride, Ms. Semons, waves at me. I realize it was the car I saw earlier and thought about kicking myself. Then my mom finally picks up the phone and I have to shoo her away and tell her everything is fine. Anyway, so I get into the car and after a slightly awkward 20 min car ride we arrive at the air port. I give her my thanks and leave for the airport. My father was paranoid that my luggage would get lost in the transit flight. So I decided to send my clothes with my parents and lug around the laptop in my bag. Along with books and other thing, it was not all that heavy actually. (PRESENT TENSE) So I wander over to security and beat the escalator people by taking the stairs. I come to two lines... One was significantly shorter than the other. So naturally I go into that one wondering why everyone else was piling into the other line. I walk through the line; the fools in the other line give me glares. I shy away from the ribbon that separated us and then finally get it through my thick head that I might be in the wrong line. I look behind me and there are pilots and flight attendants whizzing past me. I glance around confused and ask the pilot behind me “Is this like a special person line?”
He responds by saying very politely “Yes, I think this a line for first class and staff.”
I say “oh,” and then retreat to the back of the other line filled with fools. I stand next a huge black guy and feel significantly small. Then I thought how cool it would be to have a massive wall of meat to protect me. Anyway, I had to scramble around to get all my stuff into the bins for the scanners. I filled up a bottom bin and realized it was bolted to the floor. After declaring conspiracy I chucked my stuff into another bin and shuffled through the metal detectors. So, on the other side I grab my belongings and have like an hour to kill. This is why I don’t understand why you leave for air ports so early! I have never had the “five mins to spare” I always have like an hour before the freaking flight takes off. So I just cracked open a book. On the plane we don’t take off because there’s ice on the wings. The Pilot declares 30 mins later that the ice trucks broke and then the backup ice trucks broke too. Epic fail. It wasn’t so bad though. On the plane I sat next a pleasant fellow. He is very amiable and I come to conclusion in my mind that he’s Irish. He looks Irish well; he looks like Kat’s dad, who is very Irish. LOL Then later he says his name is Patrick. Case closed. He’s Irish.
Mean while the plane sits in and waits on the sun to melt the ice. The chipper pilot makes me feel better about it. “Passengers, it looks like we’ll have to wait just a little longer for a safe take off. So make yourselves comfortable and our stewardesses will attend to you.”
Anyway Patrick’s a chatterbox, not that I really mind, I am more of a listener anyway. We talk movies, animation and school. He likes Tim Burton and Coraline. I like this guy hahaha. He lost points when he ordered a Bloody Mary.
The ice trucks work again after like an hour. So after five mins the ice is all melted and we FINALLY Take off.
Back to Patrick, he’s been down to Pixar and Google, due to his job position is Media and like Radio or something. Google and Pixar offer buffets for employees all the time anytime for free. They have courts for sports, swimming pools and sleeping bags. They also get free haircuts and oil changes! Man, being an animator is going to be sweet lol. Anyway we geek out over Batman Movies and then the flight ends. He says he enjoyed talking to me and I saw like wise and dart down the aisle because I was very eager to get off the plane. I thought he would be right behind me so I could say Bye for real but there a family with over-active children in the way. So I lost him. Sad days.
So because the Ice took forever to melt and the airports incompetence I missed my flight and I have to take an alternative route from Portland to Salt Lake City.
I go to the desk and the irritated lady points me towards Brad, who is across the hall. Brad is a sort of pretty looking guy with nice hair. Too bad he had a gay vibe, I totally would have flirted. I was also shot down completely when he called me “Sweetie” *sigh* I guess I still look sixteen. So, anyway I get a new plane ticket to Las Vegas and a connecting flight to Salt Lake. I have like 20 mins. So I only get to pee. I downed a ton of water on the plane because I was starving. Patrick and I both shared the starving factor. I think he had like poptarts and I had Eggo Waffles. So when we got the cheap peanuts and the little pretzels we both concurred they tasted like heaven. I find the gate and get on the super tightly packed flight, way in the back. I try to break the ice with an Asian couple by saying hi. They left me stranded for second and I automatically felt incredibly awkward.
“Hi, I’m Tiffany”
Girl: …
Boy:…
Me: okay then
Girl: oh Sorry I am (insert asian name that I cannot say or remember)
Boy: Tom
(I thought it was funny that there was like Shi-yaon I remember sort of her name and then the guy’s name is Tom, just Tom.)
I ask them about Vegas and they say they are going there for fun. I tell em I like the shows like the Blue man group. Tom replies with a thick accent and says “Pantom”.
I say “Oh PHANTOM like of the Opera? Yeah that’s good one.”
The conversation ended. I didn’t bug them anymore because they seemed way more into each other than they did a pleasant conversation and spearing them for answers would a terrible experience. Good thing I had an excellent book Called : “The Treasure Keeper” I like the character Zoe. She’s strong and stubborn and I felt bad for Hayden! Then mad at Rhys. Grr read the book and rage with me.
The flight attendants brought little plain crackers. They were so cute! They were shaped like little planes. I devoured them, considering I had no lunch and it was like 2 PM. An hour later she came by again and offered a single pack, I grabbed it so fast. Snatch. Like a ninja. I was really hungry ok? The Stewardess was like “oookay” and walked away. The Asian couple made a few laughs.
We land In Vegas I call my worried mother. She tells me to find the next gate. I think “Well, duh.”
I find the gate, after taking the longest possible route, of course. I look at my watch I have like over an hour to kill. I decide to find food, having a strong urge for Ice cream I set out to quest for some. I come across a store, entirely devoted to fancy liquors. It looked like a perfume shop. I’m serious they had the bottles on lit up glass cabinets. I think to myself “Only in Vegas,” In retrospect it is rather funny. I scour the airport find burritos, steak, wine, candy, cookies. THEN A Buger King! YES Milk shakes. They’re out of milk shakes. I get a pretzel chat with the pretzel lady. She was nice she gave me two cents instead of just breaking the dollar. I wish her happy holidays and walk back to my gate while eating the pretzel. I get a lot of strange looks.
The flight to Salt Lake City is quiet. I walk onto the airplane and think to myself. All captains look the same. You know sort of taunt men, roughly 5’10’’ or above, with neatly trimmed hair. I think of all the captains I saw today at the three airports I had been to so far. The pilots look relatively the same. The flight attendants vary. First flight there was a very pretty stewardess with lovely hair. Second flight there was a kinda worn out 40 year old stewardess with shorts on and spiked hair. The third flight had a man, he looks like Tony Shaluba(SP?). So I get to Salt Lake City and realize I burned through 200 pages of the book. I call my mom and she says that “we are already circling come out” So I leave the gate and walk to the front. I smile to myself as I think about how ridiculous that whole day was. Then snicker again because I had been to 4 airports in one day and had traveled …well I don’t know very far (San Jose to Portland, to Las Vegas to Salt Lake City). I step out into Utah’s 15 degrees weather, whimper and hope mom is close by (I get cold in my house at 70 degrees. 15 I won’t do so great in that) . I call her on her cell and she says hello. I ask her where she is, then I hear something that sounded like a heard of wild animals being thrown about in a blender. I promptly ask “What the heck was that?”
“*indescribable sound*”
“umm okay”
“YOU DIDN’T CALL ME BACK!!” (she was scared)
“Oh Tina… sorry, where’s the car?”
Mother answers “between five and six”
I briskly walk to the car hug my mom and sister and then get into the car. Whew.
Original Plan- Leave 6:00 to San Jose Air port. Fly to Vegas from San Jose Airport. Get picked up by Tina in Vegas around 12-1. Spend day in city. Go see family
Plan B- Created as a result of the blizzard. Leave for San Jose Airport 6:15 Fly to Portland Oregon fly from San Jose Airport. Transfer over to Salt Lake City once in Portland. Arrival time 1-2 PM
What actually happened-
I woke up around 5:30 to get ready for the day of traveling. I went to bed at midnight because of my night class that goes very late, packing last minute and getting ready for bed. I also spend a good fifteen minutes searching for my blasted cell phone. The accused machine died and I spent the later hours scouring my dark house while half blind because I had taken my contacts out. Why did I take them out? One my eyes were burning and two you are really only suppose to wear them maybe 10 hours I had been wearing them maybe 14 or 15 hours. And my glasses were MIA. So I found the phone and searched my house again for a charger. I found one luckily then I had to find an outlet (I used the bathroom outlet). Anyway so I collapsed into bed after scriptures and prayer. I glared at the clock and remembered I had to set the alarm. So begrudgingly I clawed at the alarm clock and fumbled around till the time was set. Then I realized I had to get up and turn the light off. After a groan I pulled myself out of the warm sanctuary of the covers and switched off the light. I returned to bed, tossed around a bit and then finally relinquished my strength and just threw my face into the pillow, exhausted.
I woke to the little “beep, beep, beep,” of my alarm and peeped open an eye. Ugh. It’s 5:30…5:30 Gah I don’t want to relive my Seminary years! Groan. Ok well, I woke up around 5:00-5:30 all of High school I can get up now. So with five and half hours of sleep and my little spurt of energy I jumped out of bed and immediately wished I was back inside the covers because the house was flippen cold. Anyway, I zombie-walked to the bathroom and started to wash my face. I figure my routine in the morning will bore you al to tears so I’ll get on with it. My ride to the Air port calls me and she has a thick like…uhh Pilipino accent, so all I caught was. “I’m outside your house,” So I go outside into the bitter, freezing, frigid cold. And see a car. I think to myself… is that my neighbor’s car? I look down the street. Start shivering. After a minute or so I feel a little creeped out because the wind wrestled the trees and the street was lit by the street lamps. Anyway I try calling my ride but she called with a restricted number so I could not call back. Irritated I go back towards my house grumbling about the cold. I call my mom and as I opening the door I hear her little voice
“Tiffany”
My ride, Ms. Semons, waves at me. I realize it was the car I saw earlier and thought about kicking myself. Then my mom finally picks up the phone and I have to shoo her away and tell her everything is fine. Anyway, so I get into the car and after a slightly awkward 20 min car ride we arrive at the air port. I give her my thanks and leave for the airport. My father was paranoid that my luggage would get lost in the transit flight. So I decided to send my clothes with my parents and lug around the laptop in my bag. Along with books and other thing, it was not all that heavy actually. (PRESENT TENSE) So I wander over to security and beat the escalator people by taking the stairs. I come to two lines... One was significantly shorter than the other. So naturally I go into that one wondering why everyone else was piling into the other line. I walk through the line; the fools in the other line give me glares. I shy away from the ribbon that separated us and then finally get it through my thick head that I might be in the wrong line. I look behind me and there are pilots and flight attendants whizzing past me. I glance around confused and ask the pilot behind me “Is this like a special person line?”
He responds by saying very politely “Yes, I think this a line for first class and staff.”
I say “oh,” and then retreat to the back of the other line filled with fools. I stand next a huge black guy and feel significantly small. Then I thought how cool it would be to have a massive wall of meat to protect me. Anyway, I had to scramble around to get all my stuff into the bins for the scanners. I filled up a bottom bin and realized it was bolted to the floor. After declaring conspiracy I chucked my stuff into another bin and shuffled through the metal detectors. So, on the other side I grab my belongings and have like an hour to kill. This is why I don’t understand why you leave for air ports so early! I have never had the “five mins to spare” I always have like an hour before the freaking flight takes off. So I just cracked open a book. On the plane we don’t take off because there’s ice on the wings. The Pilot declares 30 mins later that the ice trucks broke and then the backup ice trucks broke too. Epic fail. It wasn’t so bad though. On the plane I sat next a pleasant fellow. He is very amiable and I come to conclusion in my mind that he’s Irish. He looks Irish well; he looks like Kat’s dad, who is very Irish. LOL Then later he says his name is Patrick. Case closed. He’s Irish.
Mean while the plane sits in and waits on the sun to melt the ice. The chipper pilot makes me feel better about it. “Passengers, it looks like we’ll have to wait just a little longer for a safe take off. So make yourselves comfortable and our stewardesses will attend to you.”
Anyway Patrick’s a chatterbox, not that I really mind, I am more of a listener anyway. We talk movies, animation and school. He likes Tim Burton and Coraline. I like this guy hahaha. He lost points when he ordered a Bloody Mary.
The ice trucks work again after like an hour. So after five mins the ice is all melted and we FINALLY Take off.
Back to Patrick, he’s been down to Pixar and Google, due to his job position is Media and like Radio or something. Google and Pixar offer buffets for employees all the time anytime for free. They have courts for sports, swimming pools and sleeping bags. They also get free haircuts and oil changes! Man, being an animator is going to be sweet lol. Anyway we geek out over Batman Movies and then the flight ends. He says he enjoyed talking to me and I saw like wise and dart down the aisle because I was very eager to get off the plane. I thought he would be right behind me so I could say Bye for real but there a family with over-active children in the way. So I lost him. Sad days.
So because the Ice took forever to melt and the airports incompetence I missed my flight and I have to take an alternative route from Portland to Salt Lake City.
I go to the desk and the irritated lady points me towards Brad, who is across the hall. Brad is a sort of pretty looking guy with nice hair. Too bad he had a gay vibe, I totally would have flirted. I was also shot down completely when he called me “Sweetie” *sigh* I guess I still look sixteen. So, anyway I get a new plane ticket to Las Vegas and a connecting flight to Salt Lake. I have like 20 mins. So I only get to pee. I downed a ton of water on the plane because I was starving. Patrick and I both shared the starving factor. I think he had like poptarts and I had Eggo Waffles. So when we got the cheap peanuts and the little pretzels we both concurred they tasted like heaven. I find the gate and get on the super tightly packed flight, way in the back. I try to break the ice with an Asian couple by saying hi. They left me stranded for second and I automatically felt incredibly awkward.
“Hi, I’m Tiffany”
Girl: …
Boy:…
Me: okay then
Girl: oh Sorry I am (insert asian name that I cannot say or remember)
Boy: Tom
(I thought it was funny that there was like Shi-yaon I remember sort of her name and then the guy’s name is Tom, just Tom.)
I ask them about Vegas and they say they are going there for fun. I tell em I like the shows like the Blue man group. Tom replies with a thick accent and says “Pantom”.
I say “Oh PHANTOM like of the Opera? Yeah that’s good one.”
The conversation ended. I didn’t bug them anymore because they seemed way more into each other than they did a pleasant conversation and spearing them for answers would a terrible experience. Good thing I had an excellent book Called : “The Treasure Keeper” I like the character Zoe. She’s strong and stubborn and I felt bad for Hayden! Then mad at Rhys. Grr read the book and rage with me.
The flight attendants brought little plain crackers. They were so cute! They were shaped like little planes. I devoured them, considering I had no lunch and it was like 2 PM. An hour later she came by again and offered a single pack, I grabbed it so fast. Snatch. Like a ninja. I was really hungry ok? The Stewardess was like “oookay” and walked away. The Asian couple made a few laughs.
We land In Vegas I call my worried mother. She tells me to find the next gate. I think “Well, duh.”
I find the gate, after taking the longest possible route, of course. I look at my watch I have like over an hour to kill. I decide to find food, having a strong urge for Ice cream I set out to quest for some. I come across a store, entirely devoted to fancy liquors. It looked like a perfume shop. I’m serious they had the bottles on lit up glass cabinets. I think to myself “Only in Vegas,” In retrospect it is rather funny. I scour the airport find burritos, steak, wine, candy, cookies. THEN A Buger King! YES Milk shakes. They’re out of milk shakes. I get a pretzel chat with the pretzel lady. She was nice she gave me two cents instead of just breaking the dollar. I wish her happy holidays and walk back to my gate while eating the pretzel. I get a lot of strange looks.
The flight to Salt Lake City is quiet. I walk onto the airplane and think to myself. All captains look the same. You know sort of taunt men, roughly 5’10’’ or above, with neatly trimmed hair. I think of all the captains I saw today at the three airports I had been to so far. The pilots look relatively the same. The flight attendants vary. First flight there was a very pretty stewardess with lovely hair. Second flight there was a kinda worn out 40 year old stewardess with shorts on and spiked hair. The third flight had a man, he looks like Tony Shaluba(SP?). So I get to Salt Lake City and realize I burned through 200 pages of the book. I call my mom and she says that “we are already circling come out” So I leave the gate and walk to the front. I smile to myself as I think about how ridiculous that whole day was. Then snicker again because I had been to 4 airports in one day and had traveled …well I don’t know very far (San Jose to Portland, to Las Vegas to Salt Lake City). I step out into Utah’s 15 degrees weather, whimper and hope mom is close by (I get cold in my house at 70 degrees. 15 I won’t do so great in that) . I call her on her cell and she says hello. I ask her where she is, then I hear something that sounded like a heard of wild animals being thrown about in a blender. I promptly ask “What the heck was that?”
“*indescribable sound*”
“umm okay”
“YOU DIDN’T CALL ME BACK!!” (she was scared)
“Oh Tina… sorry, where’s the car?”
Mother answers “between five and six”
I briskly walk to the car hug my mom and sister and then get into the car. Whew.
