been2marceline
Fish are Food, not Friends!
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Chapter One When they say fly in at least a day before the departure, believe them
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After months of planning and multiple delays caused by the opening of our new wine shop & bar, we finally got packed and ready to be picked up for our flight to Orlando. We had to book a flight that left the California at 4:00 AM Orlando time, so any major delays would put us into jeopardy of missing the boat.
I know we should have known better, we did, but we had to risk it because of business and work schedules.
So of course, reality, in its own, obnoxious, way of telling you that it is in charge, now steps in.
The time for the pickup comes and goes, frantic calls made by my wife result in the fact that they had the wrong date for the pickup and therefore no car was available.
I am not a complete idiot, I had scheduled enough time for us to make other arrangements to get to the airport just in case. Pretty smart huh?
Well it turns out just as we were loading the car for the plan B route to the airport, a limo pulls up, not from our regular company, but from a different one, the owner knew he was dead meat with us if he didnt fix it, so he begged up another car, just in time.
No worries! The Mrs, DD and my self piled in, we cracked a bottle of bubbly and off we went.
On the way to the airport we had traffic issues, walked right up to security, just a single passenger in line in front of us, Cool!.
It was Roger Craig, former running back with the 49ers, back when they were a real football team. Nice guy, nobody hassled him much.
We see celebrities a lot on planes and airports, probably just because we travel a lot, ask the Mrs. about the Ronnie Lott incident in Cleveland some time.
I was surprised to see that he had a seat in coach though.
Anyways of course reality lesson #2 comes along. We get on board, the plane pulls back and as we start to taxi to the runway, this noise, that sounds exactly like someone is in the cargo hold of the aircraft banging on the floor with a hammer, starts happening.
Not just once, but multiple times. Most of the time when noises happen or passengers try to tell the air crew things like there is a monster on the wing or the engines are on fire, they just smile and turn a way. Not this time, the crew member in our section actually turned around and walked up to the cockpit to tell the Captain.
Anyways, the pilots heard it too, back we go, we sit, the mechanics work on the plane no luck.
Yikes!
The feeling of impending doom is setting in. After and an hour or so of waiting on the plane, at 2:00 AM local time, they announce that the plane is not going any where and drum roll please, a spare is sitting across the way. KaChing!
We unload, get off the plane, board the new one and off we go, 2 hours late, but we are lucky enough to get a new connector from Dallas into Orlando in time for the bus to port.
Into Orlando about 90 minutes behind schedule, onto the bus we go and Magic here we come.
Next Chapter - Concierge, signing DD into the Stack and our first look at "The Roy"
After months of planning and multiple delays caused by the opening of our new wine shop & bar, we finally got packed and ready to be picked up for our flight to Orlando. We had to book a flight that left the California at 4:00 AM Orlando time, so any major delays would put us into jeopardy of missing the boat.
I know we should have known better, we did, but we had to risk it because of business and work schedules.
So of course, reality, in its own, obnoxious, way of telling you that it is in charge, now steps in.
The time for the pickup comes and goes, frantic calls made by my wife result in the fact that they had the wrong date for the pickup and therefore no car was available.
I am not a complete idiot, I had scheduled enough time for us to make other arrangements to get to the airport just in case. Pretty smart huh?
Well it turns out just as we were loading the car for the plan B route to the airport, a limo pulls up, not from our regular company, but from a different one, the owner knew he was dead meat with us if he didnt fix it, so he begged up another car, just in time.
No worries! The Mrs, DD and my self piled in, we cracked a bottle of bubbly and off we went.
On the way to the airport we had traffic issues, walked right up to security, just a single passenger in line in front of us, Cool!.
It was Roger Craig, former running back with the 49ers, back when they were a real football team. Nice guy, nobody hassled him much.
We see celebrities a lot on planes and airports, probably just because we travel a lot, ask the Mrs. about the Ronnie Lott incident in Cleveland some time.
I was surprised to see that he had a seat in coach though.
Anyways of course reality lesson #2 comes along. We get on board, the plane pulls back and as we start to taxi to the runway, this noise, that sounds exactly like someone is in the cargo hold of the aircraft banging on the floor with a hammer, starts happening.
Not just once, but multiple times. Most of the time when noises happen or passengers try to tell the air crew things like there is a monster on the wing or the engines are on fire, they just smile and turn a way. Not this time, the crew member in our section actually turned around and walked up to the cockpit to tell the Captain.
Anyways, the pilots heard it too, back we go, we sit, the mechanics work on the plane no luck.
Yikes!
The feeling of impending doom is setting in. After and an hour or so of waiting on the plane, at 2:00 AM local time, they announce that the plane is not going any where and drum roll please, a spare is sitting across the way. KaChing!
We unload, get off the plane, board the new one and off we go, 2 hours late, but we are lucky enough to get a new connector from Dallas into Orlando in time for the bus to port.
Into Orlando about 90 minutes behind schedule, onto the bus we go and Magic here we come.
Next Chapter - Concierge, signing DD into the Stack and our first look at "The Roy"
