Day 1: Ok, normally I would think day one of any adventure would be the first day of your actual vacation (arrive at the resort or final destination), but since this is I, Camille, my adventure starts with the flight out of DFW.
Mom was kind enough to pay my Super Shuttle ride to the airport. I was impressed that he arrived 8 minutes early. That is a good thing since he was picking up two other passengers and dropped them off at the Delta terminal first.
I arrived at the airport at 4:15pm and my flight wasn’t until 6:40pm so it gave me enough time to get through security and stop by the Admirals Club for a free drink or two. (Little did I know that I would be spending more time there and drinking an extra drink)
The Priority Access line to check my bag was a breeze. No one in line ahead of me. So far so good! TSA line for Priority Access was light also. TSA was a breeze too. Sweet! Or so I thought!
I headed up to the Admirals Lounge and they let me in because I had a first class international flight. I also got two free drink tickets. I sit at the bar and drink my two free drinks (Amaretto and cranberry) and then I sit at a table that has a plug to plug in my Iphone (darn battery). They now serve celery sticks, carrots, and little cherry tomatoes. I fill up a cup with celery sticks and spend an hour texting to all sorts of people.
At 5:45 I head to gate A19 and there is another flight there. I ask where my flight to Chicago was and they said it was delayed until 7:00pm. That wasn’t good since my layover in Chicago was only 50 minutes. I went back to the Lounge to speak to an agent and she tried her best but I had no choice but to take this flight and another free drink ticket.
Sitting in the lounge, managed to get the same table, I continue to update on facebook and text out of boredom. At 6:30pm I leave to go to the gate only to find out it was delayed until 8:00pm. Another trip to the Lounge, this time I just sat down out of exhaustion. No drink, no food. I did stop by the desk and the women who helped me twice before was trying her best to get me out of there. Then an announcement came over the speaker that our flight was now departing at 7:30pm. I went straight to the gate.
We started boarding the plane a few minutes late. And then we sat, and sat, and sat. The ticket agent managed to change my flight for me since it was clear that I was not going to make my flight. (I’m a little nervous because I was not assigned a seat.)
I don’t even remember what time it was but the captain came over the intercom and said it was mechanical mumbo-jumbo and it would be quicker to deplane and board another plane than to get the plane fixed.
So we walked from A15 to A39 via the sky link tram. We got to the gate and we couldn’t board the plane until the crew came aboard. Finally about 8:50ish (I’m guessing) we got to board the plane. Then we waited, and waited, and waited. The take off time said 9:10pm but we didn’t actually leave until 9:50pm because the gate did not have a ground crew to push the plane back. We were finally airborne at 10pm.
It’s now 10:45pm and we actually get to have dinner. The only thing I ate since 11am was the celery sticks in the lounge. I’m starving. At least I won’t have to look for food when I get there.
I would not recommend to anyone to start a vacation off like this. I won’t arrive in Chicago until midnight and hope that the gate agent can get me a voucher to spend the night at a hotel.
I would be on the Internet using Wi-fi, but this plane doesn’t have it. The broken plane did. Just my luck!
Well dinner should be served soon (sure J) At least you get those yummy heated up mixed nuts up here in first class to hold you over.
More later
This is later, it's actually 1:30am and I'm sitting on the floor next to a plug so my phone will not go dead.
I will post pics later.
