October 24, 2005

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
There's only one word to describe the sunday I just had: Insane.

Yesterday I was still in Tampa and everyone was looking out for Hurricane Wilma. My flight out was at 2pm, but I had to connect in Miami to then go to DC. Since the weather was still normal and Wilma wasn't going to make an appearance till Monday, I thought I was safe. I was wrong.

First of all, from Tampa to Miami, this guy who was stting next to me did everything but propose marriage to me. All I wanted to do was sleep so I tried to ignore him. As we left the plane, this guy was like "You're such a nice person. You're the type of woman that I want to end up with....someone I can give myself entirely to. I trust you completely and I don't even know you. You're just so nice...Nice...N-I-C-E". I wanted to laugh, then puke and then laugh some more. I don't know what to say...I attract freaks.

After being in Miami for a while, it was clear that there was something wrong with my flight. It ended up getting canceled. I wasn't completely bothered by the fact that it was canceled. What bothered me and the people there was that they didn't even announce it over the loud speaker. So I joined the line in hopes of being placed on another flight out. They told us that there was no way we could fly to National. I did get on a flight to Dulles later that night which was packed. I had a b*tch seat way in the back and some strangeness sitting next to me. On my right I had a man with really bad breath who wouldn't sit still and on my right, I had a man who smelled of fire. Yes, that's right. He had a crispy-burnt smell to him. So he was either at a bonfire all day or infront of a BBQ. He didn't smell like a cook who's been in the kitchen all day or actual food or gas...just burnt wood firey smell.

The flight was fine, no big deal. I go to baggage claim to find out that my suitcase isn't there. Apparently it was able to make it to DCA. There was no way I was going to National at 11pm, so I gave them my info and was told it would be delivered in a 6 hour time frame. It's been 12 hours already :) I checked it's status and all it says is that it was scheduled to be picked up at 9am and will be delivered in a 6 hour time frame. Oh, and when I got to Chris's house, I don't know how, but the bottom of my right shoe came unglued. So now I have no clean clothes and a broken shoe. I'm even worried that if I jump in the shower that's when the airport dude arrives and something else will go wrong.

At least I made it out of Florida :) Aside from all this many thanks to Tom, Mike and Kim for being such great hosts and having a great party. It was awesome and I'll be posting the final Tampa pics later.