Hedy
<font color=blue>I'm <s>22</s> 27 and I still kind
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My bags were packed. I was ready to go. My mom drove me to Logan without incident. I checked my bag. I grabbed a snack at Starbucks, and settled down at my gate to surf the net before I boarded my plane. In retrospect, this feels a little like the opening of Meet the Fockers. I saw that the earlier plane to Orlando was delayed, which didnt stun me, as there had been thunderstorms in the area. My flight was fine.
Then I checked again-my flight was delayed three hours. My main concern was my reservation at the Hyatt Orlando, as when I had called them to let them know that I would not be checking in until after eleven pm, they said that they held rooms until midnight. I was able to get them t hang onto my room. Then we changed gates. Then we were delayed half an hour, then an hour. Public service announcement-whining does not change when the plane leaves. I originally debated pulling an all-nighter and still going to wwohp in the morning, but I decided it was a bad idea, so I canceled those plans. Eventually we departed from another gate. I boarded. I found I was sitting next to a kid and parent who were yelling about what the kid could watch on the TV. Fortuitously, my tv was broken, so the stewardess let me move to another seat.
The plane ride was motherly uneventful. I disembarked, boarded the holy monorail, and was at the terminal. I checked into the Hyatt, and gave the bellhop my luggage tags. This may have been the best $10 I spent all trip: my bags were brought up to me. I crashed into bed, debating what to do on my next day in Orlando.
Then I checked again-my flight was delayed three hours. My main concern was my reservation at the Hyatt Orlando, as when I had called them to let them know that I would not be checking in until after eleven pm, they said that they held rooms until midnight. I was able to get them t hang onto my room. Then we changed gates. Then we were delayed half an hour, then an hour. Public service announcement-whining does not change when the plane leaves. I originally debated pulling an all-nighter and still going to wwohp in the morning, but I decided it was a bad idea, so I canceled those plans. Eventually we departed from another gate. I boarded. I found I was sitting next to a kid and parent who were yelling about what the kid could watch on the TV. Fortuitously, my tv was broken, so the stewardess let me move to another seat.
The plane ride was motherly uneventful. I disembarked, boarded the holy monorail, and was at the terminal. I checked into the Hyatt, and gave the bellhop my luggage tags. This may have been the best $10 I spent all trip: my bags were brought up to me. I crashed into bed, debating what to do on my next day in Orlando.