Written on the plane to Houston on 7/30/2010

The cab quickly took us to Logan and once we walked inside we were greeted with a list of delays… miraculously our flight was not one. But all other flights to and from Baltimore were delayed so hope was a fickle friend. We people watched, HT tried to superstitiously to take candid shots, and she shared her amazing tomato, basil, and fresh mozzarella sub with me.

This is the first time HT rode Southwest so standing in line by letter and number was a novelty for her. It wore off quick for me when they teased us by making us get in line and then telling us there was a delay. People grumbled, some huffed but HT skipped in glee to the nearest restroom after effects from downing a liter of water. Back in line we got a window sit and then we waited in line on the runway. All these delays are unavoidable when nature decides to grace major airports with thunderstorms and rain.

We made it to Baltimore about a half an hour late but still plenty of time for HT to use the bathroom, again, and Bebe to run around like a flustered chicken looking for some feed. Again this plane was delayed, indirectly due to the weather and the backups it caused.

Now on route to Houston our estimated time of arrival is 10:45 PM. Just in time for HT’s next potty break.

HT Update:

“We arrived in Houston a half an hour late and headed straight to Taco Cabana’s which was… yum!”

This day of travel: Still Thursday & Still Waiting

eL post trip update:

Our adventures on the plane ride there and back were varied.  That is another tale in itself.  I feel an opinion piece coming on human so go drink some coffee you’ll be typing tonight!

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We caught an early express to North Station this morning. People were a bit pushy, but that is the norm. The conductor was very amusing, and recognized Bebe (who is a regular).  He was stationed in San Antonio years ago and was excited to hear we were eventually headed there.

He didn’t talk to me, but if he noticed a large ant with lip stain on her face on HT’s hat he gave no sign. Bebe and HT were trying not to giggle when they overheard one young professional asking a lady if she had ever seen Firefly. They were not laughing because of the show- that was the best ever- but because the girl had no clue and later I had to wonder if that was him making conversation or a pickup line. Either way I wish we had packed Serenityinstead of New in Town. Yes, I’m shuddering.

HT wasn’t walking for very long before she started to whine. Her bag was heavy and her shoes hurt. If she didn’t insist on bringing two cameras, an external flash and a laptop then maybe she would’ve been traveling light. And if she wore shoes other than flip flops that were too big for her than her feet wouldn’t already be blistering. Pansy.

Around 2:00 we took a cab to the airport since Bebe couldn’t be bothered walking to the Orange line, taking the Blue line and a quick charter to the airport. Instead, we hung out at the office until closer to take off time.

HT’s thoughts:

“Getting to Logan was a breeze.  The cab was quick, easy and cheaper than I expected.  Finding out all the flights to Baltimore, were our connecting flight was, except ours was nerve wracking.  Not knowing until the moment we lined up by seat number that our plane would be late too was torture.  But Eliza Leigh talks all about it in our next Texas 2010 post so I won’t bore you with the details.”

This day of travel in one word: Waiting

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With all the news about airport security she wasn’t too fazed when there was a delay on the MBTA.  She didn’t hear any announcements but noticed a strong police presence, with dogs to boot.  She and the commuters next to her assumed it was a threat of some kind but could not find a hint of it on the local news or on the news websites.

My curiosity peaked and I turned to Twitter.  Voila!

Another day, another way to find your local news.  Or to prove that you’re not just making up a story for why you’re late!