The Vacation (And That One Time My Flight Got Screwed Up/Free Stuff)
So I just finished up with a lovely little vacation in The Shire, visiting family and whatnot - which would be the reason behind my lack of posting stuff about the upcoming release of IF I STAY and other life-related things. However! I'm back, currently sitting in an airport, waiting to board my flight after a night of (sort of) adventure and mostly free stuff. Like hotels and creepy taxi drivers and the fancy hotel towels that I may or may not have stolen.
So in a nutshell: I was supposed to leave yesterday, but my flight had been switched without my being alerted - which, as I'm sure you can imagine, is a totally fun thing to deal with come Check-In Time. So, being the anxiety-prone person that I am, this was naturally a very anxiety-inducing situation. I don't like sudden change! Particularly when this sudden change occurs in a giant airport while my phone is dead and my transportation is far, far away. It's scary.
However, the airline quickly made up for their error, and provided me with super nice accommodations for the night, including a very interesting interaction with a sort of creepy and (I think) Russian taxi driver that made me wonder whether I was actually going to a) a hotel or b) to some remote location only to suffer an untimely death at the hands of a murderous taxi-driver.
Ramblings and taxi drivers aside, the hotel was really nice. I actually geeked out and took a bunch of picture - because, well, I have to prove that I was actually in such a nice place. On top of this, the airline gave me a bunch of vouchers that I could use, which definitely made me less mad at them and more inclined to use their airline for future air travel.
So now, here I am. It's roughly 5:45 in the morning, and I'm sitting in an airport terminal, enjoying a caramel macchiato and listening to the sweet, sweet sounds of Claudio Sanchez. I love the taste of error. And also Coheed and Cambria.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRWjLL...
So in a nutshell: I was supposed to leave yesterday, but my flight had been switched without my being alerted - which, as I'm sure you can imagine, is a totally fun thing to deal with come Check-In Time. So, being the anxiety-prone person that I am, this was naturally a very anxiety-inducing situation. I don't like sudden change! Particularly when this sudden change occurs in a giant airport while my phone is dead and my transportation is far, far away. It's scary.
However, the airline quickly made up for their error, and provided me with super nice accommodations for the night, including a very interesting interaction with a sort of creepy and (I think) Russian taxi driver that made me wonder whether I was actually going to a) a hotel or b) to some remote location only to suffer an untimely death at the hands of a murderous taxi-driver.
Ramblings and taxi drivers aside, the hotel was really nice. I actually geeked out and took a bunch of picture - because, well, I have to prove that I was actually in such a nice place. On top of this, the airline gave me a bunch of vouchers that I could use, which definitely made me less mad at them and more inclined to use their airline for future air travel.
So now, here I am. It's roughly 5:45 in the morning, and I'm sitting in an airport terminal, enjoying a caramel macchiato and listening to the sweet, sweet sounds of Claudio Sanchez. I love the taste of error. And also Coheed and Cambria.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRWjLL...
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