T'was the night before Christmas & the elves at Delta canceled my flight.
The good news: They notified me in advance and didn't wait until I was at the gate after hauling my @$$ out of bed 0400 on Christmas Day. And they've already rebooked me, so I think that's efficient.
The bad news: I won't be home for Christmas.
The good news: My family is quite used to me being da qualche parte del mondo (somewhere in the world), so weparty like it's 1999 celebrate when we are together - whatever time of year that is. We don't sweat these things.
The bad news: My new flight has 2 stops, 1 with a 30-minute layover (bets on missing a connection? Anyone?). Plus it's the day after Christmas, so I'm assuming every Tom, Dick, and rude, overhead bin and arm-rest hogging angry Hairy will also be flying. And don't touch me. (Oh - I originally CHOSE the flight I did for its 1-stop and 5-hour timetable. If I wanted 2 stops and an all-day adventure, I'd have stuck with United because I need the segments, thank you very much, bait-n-switching bastards.)
The good news: I'll be drunk ... with a death grip on my iPod blaring Venditti. If I catch you crossing the armrest border and oozing into my personal seat space I will also sing in your ear... ♫In qualche parte del MONdooooooo♪
The bad news: Should I actually arrive as scheduled after flying all day and being covered in airplane juice, I will be in the bathroom for the first hour on the ground decontaminating and flushing cooties from my sinuses.
The good news: I shipped a case of wine ahead, with strict instructions not to open it before I get there. (I mean it, Dad!) So it will be a party.
The bad news: Well - there is no bad news, really. I can't complain. This lucky girl has done, felt, and tasted more things in her lifetime than some will ever imagine. I listen to these angry people in airports, on planes bitching about things they have no control over. Hey - some people would give anything for that sh***y economy seat to fly to be with someone they are missing. Some people won't have the meals that we all get to share, or someone to share them with. Some people will never know how good we really have it, but we take so much for granted.
Just a little dose of reality this morning after just a little too much Cabernet (fine, there was Ouzo too) last night.
And for all of my brothers and sisters still doing the deed in Iraq, Afghanistan, and everywhere else in the world - I know they'd trade that DFAC pressed turkey for a plane ticket home in a heartbeat.
I always raise a glass to them, wherever I am in the world, because I know first hand - these men and women ARE this nation's good news!
God Bless you all. Wherever you are in the world.
The good news: They notified me in advance and didn't wait until I was at the gate after hauling my @$$ out of bed 0400 on Christmas Day. And they've already rebooked me, so I think that's efficient.
The bad news: I won't be home for Christmas.
The good news: My family is quite used to me being da qualche parte del mondo (somewhere in the world), so we
The bad news: My new flight has 2 stops, 1 with a 30-minute layover (bets on missing a connection? Anyone?). Plus it's the day after Christmas, so I'm assuming every Tom, Dick, and rude, overhead bin and arm-rest hogging angry Hairy will also be flying. And don't touch me. (Oh - I originally CHOSE the flight I did for its 1-stop and 5-hour timetable. If I wanted 2 stops and an all-day adventure, I'd have stuck with United because I need the segments, thank you very much, bait-n-switching bastards.)
The good news: I'll be drunk ... with a death grip on my iPod blaring Venditti. If I catch you crossing the armrest border and oozing into my personal seat space I will also sing in your ear... ♫In qualche parte del MONdooooooo♪
The bad news: Should I actually arrive as scheduled after flying all day and being covered in airplane juice, I will be in the bathroom for the first hour on the ground decontaminating and flushing cooties from my sinuses.
The good news: I shipped a case of wine ahead, with strict instructions not to open it before I get there. (I mean it, Dad!) So it will be a party.
The bad news: Well - there is no bad news, really. I can't complain. This lucky girl has done, felt, and tasted more things in her lifetime than some will ever imagine. I listen to these angry people in airports, on planes bitching about things they have no control over. Hey - some people would give anything for that sh***y economy seat to fly to be with someone they are missing. Some people won't have the meals that we all get to share, or someone to share them with. Some people will never know how good we really have it, but we take so much for granted.
Just a little dose of reality this morning after just a little too much Cabernet (fine, there was Ouzo too) last night.
And for all of my brothers and sisters still doing the deed in Iraq, Afghanistan, and everywhere else in the world - I know they'd trade that DFAC pressed turkey for a plane ticket home in a heartbeat.
I always raise a glass to them, wherever I am in the world, because I know first hand - these men and women ARE this nation's good news!
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God Bless you all. Wherever you are in the world.
As I sit at my computer early on Christmas morning in my very quiet house, I can't help but feel the wave of holiday melancholy that envelops me. Life isn't always how we envision it--Hell it almost never is. But I have so much to be thankful for and some wonderful people to share it with.I just forget that sometimes.
ReplyDeleteYour sense of humor in the face of your adversity always cheers me. In the grand scheme of things, I guess, a cancelled flight is nothing compared to the danger for the men and women who are serving to keep us free.
God bless you, Val, and good thoughts for a safe trip.
Thank you, Michele - Your comment means a lot. If there's anything I wish to portray in this blog of narcissism & sarcasm is that, no, life isn't what we think it "should" be. We get caught up in - and attached to - expectations; when they aren't met, we only see the negative. There is always a bigger picture - and finding happiness in the most unconventional of things, sometimes, is just what we need.
ReplyDeleteToday, for example, as soon as my girlfriend gets back from dropping the kids off at their dad's - we are converging on her house, opening some wine, and tearing down the tree. She's celebrated a lovely Christmas with her kids & grand kids 3 days ago when she could get them all together, & is ready to get the house back in order. Required dress is sweats & workout clothes. SO not Hallmark/WE/Lifetime/ABC Family Christmas material. Norman Rockwell would sh** if he saw this...and the coffee cake I'm about to make with prunes because that's what's in my fridge instead of raisins...
God bless you, Michele - and the people who take the time to step back and find a reason to smile from within. Merry Christmas to you and yours! xo