I figured I would write a little blog as my trip goes by…mostly for me to remember it, so I may just be putting this on private. Or as a draft. But probably not.
We left for O’Hare around 4pm, which was a bit late to me since with the way that the TSA has been lately I had been afraid of, well, missing the plane because of all that bullshit. Getting there around 5:30, I hugged my mom goodbye as I grabbed my bags, the both of us heading into the airport. Now that everything is done “self” and on computers, we went to the self-checkin and well, no matter what we did (what codes we put in, what cards we swiped) it kept telling us that our trip needed special handling and we needed to see an assistant. The lady there wasn’t much of help to us and I still wonder why she is even getting paid to be there. Cool.
Except for the fact that there were only three agents and a lot of people already in that line. So after a couple of calls to Travelocity (which didn’t even help us) and an hour later, we finally get to an agent and he tells us that what was wrong was that whatever/whoever did our intinerary, it put our returning time before the departure time. So because of that, we had to spend an hour and a half of what should have taken ten minutes? Sometimes I really do hate airports.
So after getting through that and through the security (billion dollar machines not even being used, instead everyone was just going through the metal detector) and we were on our way. We got some Starbucks before heading to our gate and since thankfully we had about an hour, we decided to look at some of the shops. Nothing too exciting here.
Getting on our flight, we see that we have special seats for some reason and therefore we actually have leg room. Great for me since I had been worrying about my knee after all. Four hours on the flight and three and a half episodes of Skins later, we get to LA around 10pm their time.
Let’s…just say that I was expecting much more out of LAX. Maybe it was because a lot of it was under construction, but well, it was pretty jank. It took us awhile to find our baggage check since we had to actually leave the airport just to come back in at another terminal. No joke. But I digress. Get my back, get on the shuttle, pick up our car (which cost an extra $120 than we expected) and then we were finally out to pick our car. We picked a grey Nissan Versa hatchback.
We decided just to go to Billy’s cousin Bev’s house first before we go eat since they were waiting for us and it was already midnight. We landed at ten, remember? Yeah. Anyways, we found the alternative music station and just got on the highway. Getting there, we found the quiet little neighborhood and pulled up and were immediately greeted by Bev and her step daughter, Celina. After having cigarette, we finally got inside and they made sandwiches for us, so that was awesome, we didn’t have to go anywhere to eat. We all talked until probably around two in the morning, also meeting the puppy Nova, and then we finally just went to bed.
So that ends that night. I took the couch and Billy has the futon. I love that couch and never want to give it up. Ever.