Guess Who's Back, Back Again.
...You guessed it! It's me. I know you were pretty unsure, but it's always best to go with your gut. For all 6 of you who are stoked for this post, you can thank the Mancub. He asked me several times to write about our trip. So here we are!
It wouldn't be fair to dive into the actual trip without first writing about the actual hell that was the journey. First things first - blizzards in the Northeast. Typically, I wouldn't have been concerned, being southern and enjoying warm temperatures. However, this girl had a layover at JFK. Because of the storms, my flight to JFK was cancelled. The day before my trip. Did the airline notify me of that? Nope, I had to find out when I tried checking in. So, after waiting on hold with Aer Lingus for 30 minutes, I was informed that they could reroute me from Orlando, but I would have to pay $300 to get to Orlando. My other option would be to wait another day or two for a flight out. As you can see, both excellent options.
Being the naturally calm person that I am, I took it all in stride. No, not really. I had to stop talking to that agent to process. I found another flight and Prash and I agreed to split the added cost. So, I called Aer Lingus back, another 30 minute hold, to confirm the flight times. Luckily the second representative I spoke with rebooked my whole flight, connection included. DAY SAVED!!
Fast Forward to Orlando, on the plane, waiting to leave the runway. We were informed there were two extra bags that were unaccounted for, so there would be a delay. 1.5 hours we sat on that tarmac, while they counted the bags. While they were counting, I looked out the window at a Frontier Airlines plane unloading bags. I thought, "Hey, that looks like my bag." Normally, I would freak out. This time, I reminded myself that I'm not the only person with a Tahitian Blue American Tourister suitcase, so I relaxed.
Fast Forward to Dublin. Super tired, having not slept on the plane, waiting for my bag at baggage claim. In case you didn't see where this is going...my bag wasn't on the plane. Hoorah! They told me it would be tomorrow, most likely, before I got my bag. Thankfully, as I walked out pouting because I didn't have any of my stuff, my darling boyfriend was waiting with a Diet Coke. He knows the way to my heart.
We get home, I put down all of my stuff, and then my Fitbit band breaks and it falls on the floor. It's that moment, boys and girls, that I exclaim I need a beer. So, we head out on a beautiful sunny day to drink a Franciscan Wells Chieftan at the local pub. You guys, I dream of that beer. If anyone knows where I can find it in Charlotte, please let me know!
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. I was super jet lagged and missed all of my stuff. We ate delicious Indian food and watched the Amy Schumer Netflix special (much to Prash's dismay), and did nothing but hope for good news about luggage the next day.
I'll keep you posted.
It wouldn't be fair to dive into the actual trip without first writing about the actual hell that was the journey. First things first - blizzards in the Northeast. Typically, I wouldn't have been concerned, being southern and enjoying warm temperatures. However, this girl had a layover at JFK. Because of the storms, my flight to JFK was cancelled. The day before my trip. Did the airline notify me of that? Nope, I had to find out when I tried checking in. So, after waiting on hold with Aer Lingus for 30 minutes, I was informed that they could reroute me from Orlando, but I would have to pay $300 to get to Orlando. My other option would be to wait another day or two for a flight out. As you can see, both excellent options.
Being the naturally calm person that I am, I took it all in stride. No, not really. I had to stop talking to that agent to process. I found another flight and Prash and I agreed to split the added cost. So, I called Aer Lingus back, another 30 minute hold, to confirm the flight times. Luckily the second representative I spoke with rebooked my whole flight, connection included. DAY SAVED!!
Fast Forward to Orlando, on the plane, waiting to leave the runway. We were informed there were two extra bags that were unaccounted for, so there would be a delay. 1.5 hours we sat on that tarmac, while they counted the bags. While they were counting, I looked out the window at a Frontier Airlines plane unloading bags. I thought, "Hey, that looks like my bag." Normally, I would freak out. This time, I reminded myself that I'm not the only person with a Tahitian Blue American Tourister suitcase, so I relaxed.
Fast Forward to Dublin. Super tired, having not slept on the plane, waiting for my bag at baggage claim. In case you didn't see where this is going...my bag wasn't on the plane. Hoorah! They told me it would be tomorrow, most likely, before I got my bag. Thankfully, as I walked out pouting because I didn't have any of my stuff, my darling boyfriend was waiting with a Diet Coke. He knows the way to my heart.
We get home, I put down all of my stuff, and then my Fitbit band breaks and it falls on the floor. It's that moment, boys and girls, that I exclaim I need a beer. So, we head out on a beautiful sunny day to drink a Franciscan Wells Chieftan at the local pub. You guys, I dream of that beer. If anyone knows where I can find it in Charlotte, please let me know!
The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. I was super jet lagged and missed all of my stuff. We ate delicious Indian food and watched the Amy Schumer Netflix special (much to Prash's dismay), and did nothing but hope for good news about luggage the next day.
I'll keep you posted.
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