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[sanura]

Luggage: 5-hour fiasco.
Johnny: Not here, but called him and will let us stay anyway. Thus the intarweb.
Me: deep and traumatic exhaustion.
Workshop: not starting till Friday afternoon, luckily.

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[sacredmushroom.livejournal.com]

sounds exhaustingggg

what happened exactly?

[sanura.livejournal.com]

Got up at 5:00am, Houston time. Had no ride to airport. Called Corita, who was ahppily awake playing Keller's video games. Got to airport 5:50am Houston time with all four luggages to carryon. Got searched and patted down through security line, and mama's scissors were found in her purse. Decided to check a piece of luggage and put the scissors in it. I stayed at the end of the security line, mama went back to the wrong end of the building on the security's advice, then the right one after realizing this was not the place to check luggage. She checked luggage, came back through the security line, and was searched and patted down once again. Made the plane at last call for boarding. Departed on time. Changed planes in Chicago, reached Hartford 1:00pm, Hartford time. Luggage did not come off baggage claim. I searched for baggage authorities, found them after half an hour. Filling out form, was informed they can do nothing about latechecked baggage. Luggage did not arrive till 5:30pm. Meanwhile, mama's phone died. Mine did not. She used my phone to check car rentals. All were outrageous. Asked me to use airport wireless. Could not find it. Eventually went to infodesk, who did not know the meaning of wireless internet, only dataport. I found it, back upstairs, and came back to inform mama. She used it, found that internet rental prices in Hartford are just as outrageous as phone prices. Came back with computer, used phone again, reserved outrageously priced car. Luggage came. We took shuttle to car-rental place. Took car with detailless map across state. Had to stop twice because of unreasonable thunderstorm with high winds, and no music but a very staticky classic rock station to keep driver awake. Reached Stamford after 3 hours on a 1-hour trip. Could not remember directions to grandparents' house, after deciding to drop by. Spent another half-hour searching. Reached house, no one home, all in Maine for a month. Left note and senior-recital pictures with neighbor, called Johnny. Johnny in Arizona doing Up With People gig. Informed we can stay at Carriage House anytime anyway, always welcome sweetie. Searched for Carriage House for another hour. Gave up, went for food. Small issues with nice staff about misleading menu prices, searched for Carriage House another half-hour. Asked for directions three times, got them once. Found Carriage House at 10:45pm, but staff had not heard of us. Staff called Johnny, was reassured. We dragged luggage upstairs, crashed exhausted at 12:15am.

And that is what happened.

[sacredmushroom.livejournal.com]

oh wow, that is traumaticly exhausting, sorry to hear that,l you didnt drive did you? that would have made it worse on your part

ahg driving makes things even more stressful

and no music

ahhhhhhh

[sanura.livejournal.com]

No. Luckily, I did not have to drive. I can't drive the rental car, since I'm not 25.

[greeneggsnham35.livejournal.com]

WOW...glad you made it alright! Muah!