And by now you're thinking: "I thought he said he'd be brief! Good grief!"
I don’t think I’d ever think that.
Where was I... Ah, yes! February seventh, 2015. Departure day eve.
Sure I can say that.
Christmas Eve
New Year's Eve
Summer’s Eve…
I woke up that morning at my usual, when working a day shift, God-forsaken five a.m.
I was in a good mood, since today I could get my boarding passes!
You can get (at least in Canada... YMMV) boarding passes twenty four hours in advance.
In the U.S. too.
What's this?
Because I'm traveling to the States, they need my passport?
But... but... I don't have my passport with me!
That must have been very frustrating.
Elle: "Dad! Guess what? I made honour roll at school!"
How do you make honor roll spelling “honor” wrong? You crazy Canadians…
I yelled so loud that the dog dropped her chew-toy that she'd taken out of the sock drawer in the tall dresser and ran away.
I assume the chew toy is one of your socks and not actual chew toys that you store in your sock drawer.
Great. Now we need a new dog.
Want ours? He’s real cute…goes by the name of Kevin. He never does anything wrong. Really!
Oh. You’re one of those carry-on only heroes. This is going to bite you in the butt later when you want to bring home lots of souveniers for your family. You know. The ones that are freezing in Winnipeg?
Step one. No checked bags.
I figured I could bring everything I needed for a five night stay in a carry on.
Well, you’re a guy so I guess it’s possible.
You're allowed one checked bag and one 'personal item'.
That would be my camera bag.
I bought a small one and sacrificed versatility for compactness.
All I would bring was my camera (Sony A77 DSLR), medium zoom (28-80),
We just got a Sony DSLR. I’m looking forward to forgetting to use it this trip.
or business class... but it does have 'Plus' seats.
For an extra thirty to fifty bucks... per leg!... you can have: (this from their website)
Extra legroom seats which include food and beverages from our on-board menu, advance boarding and seat selection.
It doesn’t come with a free checked bag?
1F
Which means first row, window.
We picked row two so we could put our personal items under the seats in front of us.
Shave, shower, yadda yadda yadda, eventually six thirty rolls around and it's time to go.
I forego my winter parka and gloves in favour of a thin shelled wind breaker.
May I again point out the foolishness of carry-on only? You could have checked your parka.
I feel rotten, ashamed and selfish and figuratively flagellate myself for going to Disney World without them.
It’s funny because when I was telling my husband about your going on a solo trip he asked if you had kids. I told him you did and he couldn’t believe the 14 year old would be ok with staying home.
I need to constantly remind myself that I've taken them both on trips to Toronto, Niagara Falls, Vancouver,
West Edmonton Mall, Mall of America (too many times to count), Disney World (twice), Hawaii and Europe.
And that’s what I told him. How do you like being dinnertime conversation among your unmet friends in the U.S.?
The walk to the terminal is long.
And cold.
Quite cold.
Fairly cold.
Flipping cold!
I almost didn't make it.
Just wondering. Couldn’t you have worn your parka, carried your windbreaker and given the parka to Ruby at the airport? Although this makes for better trip reporting.
Halfway there I collapsed into a snowbank and told Ruby to go on without me.
She, of course, dressed appropriately for the weather, was a little surprised.
Whether at the vision of me, lying in a snowbank, or the fact that I was turning a pleasant shade of blue, I know not.
Thankfully, a rescue St. Bernard came by, farted on me and buggered off.
But the heat from the dog's air biscuit was just enough to get me going.
Well, maybe it was the smell...
Either way, I made it to the terminal, without being terminal.
Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t have that nice imagery if you’d been sensible and dressed for the weather.
Doesn't it look cold out there?
Try it with just a wind breaker.
Do I need to say it again?
A vacation, for me, has many starting points.
Decision to go on a trip.
Planning for the trip.
Booking the trip
Last day of work before the trip.
Packing for the trip.
Leaving for the trip.
Arriving at the airport.
And, finally, getting on the plane, which makes it all real.
Me too. Except I don’t enjoy the getting on a plane thing. Getting off the plane, I can get behind.
I grabbed the menu and opened it up.
The menu was divided in two.
For flights less than two and a half hours there was a selection of snacks,
for longer flights they had sandwiches.
I was starting to feel hungry, by now (free = hungry. it's a rule.) and a sandwich would hit the spot.
Wait.
How long was this flight anyway?
Hmmm... Departs at 8:35, arrives 12:04 (one hour time change)
That's.... two hours, twenty nine minutes.
Surely that's close enough for a sandwich right?
Don't call me Shirley and no, apparently not.
That seems very unfair.
I have a great sister and a great relationship with her.
So an eight hour window of time to fill?
In Toronto?
That’s great!
I grabbed my carry on and camera bag and set off.
Since I had no luggage (a moot point, really. Since it would've been tagged through to Orlando anyway.)
Correct.
I bypassed the carousel and was out the door into the waiting area about two minutes after the plane door opened.
Maybe I shouldn't say that. It's insensitive.
... about two minutes after the door with the very nice personality opened.
Ba da bump. That took me an extra beat.
I went back through security.
Then I had to go through border control.
I knew the drill, so I wasn't worried.
I put my best 'I'm not a terrorist' face on, handed over my passport and prepared to answer the standard questions.
I thought we established that villains have mustaches?
Each table had two seats.
Each seat had an iPad.
They have those at Applebee’s. How often do you think they disinfect the screens?
Mine, of course, being a get away from the excess of estrogen that pervades my home.
Wife, two teen daughters, heck, even the dog and guinea pigs are all female!
So, what’s wrong with that?
We touched down in Orlando at 12:22a.m.
We reached the gate sometime between 12:25 - 12:30a.m. (I forgot to check until after I was already off the plane.)
Why am I being so precise with the times?
Because I want to show you what travelling light and sitting up front does.
Although I was sharing my row with two other people, I was still first off the plane.
The person in the aisle got up and moved aside (read, back) for the middle person who did the same for me.
Fools!!!
Without any bags, I bypassed the luggage carousel and was on an almost empty airport shuttle within minutes.
If you had put the yellow magical express tags on your checked bag you’d bypass the carousel anyway. Just sayin’…
CM: "Okay, you're in room 9547 in Jazz section."
I was flabbergasted! I just assumed I wouldn't get it!
Great job getting the section you wanted!
Now.... The acid test.
Will the magic band work?
Or will I be marching back to the lobby?
Sashaying?
Thanks for the great chapter, Ponzi!