Day Two… Not Yet in New York City…
WE FORGOT TO DO A PROWSE CHECK.
Woke up at 4am, bussled around until we left at 430. Got on the shuttle and made it to the airport by 445! Life is great- New York City here we- OH MY GOD. I forgot my phone at the hotel.
Omgomgomgogmgom WHAT TO DO.
We were amazingly calm. Mainly because we were barely awake. We decided half os us (me and Belinda) would turn around in the shuttle and go back to the hotel and get the phone- while the other half (Lauryn and Liz) would check in and get to the gate and if need be, delay the flight as much as possible. The shuttle man was such a nice guy- he drove us straight back to the hotel and we got back to the airport in record time.
5:11 AM: Belinda and I were on a mission, the security line was outlandshily long so we took off our shoes and jacket, got out our laptops and put on our game face. Security didn’t know what hit them. Belinda and I split up and took those plastic trays by STORM- tossing our belongings expertly into the separate trays and skillfully sliding them onto the conveyer belt with the flip of our hair, we dashed through in an unbelievable, well I can’t remember the exact timing of it all, but anyway it was very fast.
5: 30ish Next thing you know Belinda and I are on the tram going to our gate A73. Reassuring our friends we were on the way and not to fear. As we got to the gate I got a lot of remarks about my phone and duck tape, but alas, we had made it.
5:45 AM: Time to board the plane. All I can think about is the free continental breakfast at the Mariott Hotel. Ahhhhhh, New York City!!! Here we – WHAT NOW?! Brilliant. The flight is delayed.
I think this is God’s way of saying we need to go to Cancun.
Apparently we need a First Officer to fly the plane, whatever that means. The flight is now set to leave at 815… two more hours…of airport.
Time to whip out the camera!
7AM: Oh just kidding, they’ve now decided we can leave. Thank you First Officer, for showing up, whoever you are.
The Bearded One is on our flight. He seriously could not be any creepier. He likes to come up behind us and remark on the weather or ask things like “Going to New York?”
Of course we are going to New York you creepy man, why else would we be standing in line for this flight.
Or sometimes he will listen in on our conversations and laugh at our humorisity.
Anyways: we are on the flight. We should be in New York by 8:30 AM (just in time for the breakfast) Life is good.
Pray that the plane doesn’t crash.
GOODBYE DETROIT!
