Home safe...
Apr. 27th, 2003 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivka...after a little more excitement with Air Canada than I would have preferred.
Lydia called our rental car company yesterday. "We're from the American South," she not-quite-lied, "and we aren't accustomed to this kind of weather. We're afraid we're going to put your lovely car into a ditch somewhere between Banff and Calgary." The rental car guy quickly agreed that we could leave the car in Banff, and he'd send someone to pick it up. He even thought he might be able to get the surcharge waived - but it wasn't that much anyway. Totally worth it. So we hitched a ride to Calgary with some researchers from Toronto, who had rented an SUV so enormous that they comfortably had room to carry Lydia and me, despite there being five of them already. It felt much, much safer in the snow than our Kia subcompact.
The Calgary airport was jam-packed, given that everyone who had wanted to fly yesterday was now flying today. It took us ninety minutes to check in, and then our flight was half an hour late in leaving. Not ordinarily a big deal - except that for some reason known only to the Institute's travel agent, Lydia and I had only been scheduled for an hour to change planes and go through U.S. customs in Toronto. We might have been able to do it if nothing had gone wrong. As it was... we wound up splitting up in Toronto. Lydia decided to run like hell to try to catch a flight to Dulles. I decided that Dulles was too far away, but I didn't want to wait for the 9:35 flight to BWI they'd put me on, which wouldn't have gotten me home until almost midnight. So I hopped a flight to National, and told poor![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
curiousangel he'd have to come all the way out there to pick me up. Which he did. He's an awfully good husband.
I'm quite tired now, but I think it's probably at least partly due to low blood sugar. (No breakfast, lunch on the plane, no dinner but two little airline bags of sesame sticks and a glass of ginger ale.) We're waiting for pizza to be delivered. Then I'm going to snuggle my boy for a while and go to sleep. I wish I didn't have to work in the morning.
Lydia called our rental car company yesterday. "We're from the American South," she not-quite-lied, "and we aren't accustomed to this kind of weather. We're afraid we're going to put your lovely car into a ditch somewhere between Banff and Calgary." The rental car guy quickly agreed that we could leave the car in Banff, and he'd send someone to pick it up. He even thought he might be able to get the surcharge waived - but it wasn't that much anyway. Totally worth it. So we hitched a ride to Calgary with some researchers from Toronto, who had rented an SUV so enormous that they comfortably had room to carry Lydia and me, despite there being five of them already. It felt much, much safer in the snow than our Kia subcompact.
The Calgary airport was jam-packed, given that everyone who had wanted to fly yesterday was now flying today. It took us ninety minutes to check in, and then our flight was half an hour late in leaving. Not ordinarily a big deal - except that for some reason known only to the Institute's travel agent, Lydia and I had only been scheduled for an hour to change planes and go through U.S. customs in Toronto. We might have been able to do it if nothing had gone wrong. As it was... we wound up splitting up in Toronto. Lydia decided to run like hell to try to catch a flight to Dulles. I decided that Dulles was too far away, but I didn't want to wait for the 9:35 flight to BWI they'd put me on, which wouldn't have gotten me home until almost midnight. So I hopped a flight to National, and told poor
curiousangel he'd have to come all the way out there to pick me up. Which he did. He's an awfully good husband.I'm quite tired now, but I think it's probably at least partly due to low blood sugar. (No breakfast, lunch on the plane, no dinner but two little airline bags of sesame sticks and a glass of ginger ale.) We're waiting for pizza to be delivered. Then I'm going to snuggle my boy for a while and go to sleep. I wish I didn't have to work in the morning.
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Date: 2003-04-27 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-28 06:14 am (UTC)But I'll take all the hugs you want to give me. *hugs*
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Date: 2003-04-28 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-28 06:52 am (UTC)-J
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Date: 2003-04-27 07:55 pm (UTC)-J
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Date: 2003-04-27 08:18 pm (UTC)Hlynna
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Date: 2003-04-27 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-27 09:16 pm (UTC)I hate hair-thin connections, and it seems airlines are scheduling more and more of them. I think one of the flight options I looked at for going to my sister's wedding included a 35-minute connection. Even with everything going *right*, I might well not make that as they now say you must be on board 20 minutes before takeoff. That leaves only 15 to wait for the herd of slowly moving cattle... I mean one's fellow passengers... to get off the plane ahead of one, and then change gates and more likely concourses. Yeek.
Needless to say, I passed that one up.
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Date: 2003-04-27 10:09 pm (UTC)