A mad rush of a day…a teacher meeting, last-minute errands, a farewell drink with a coworker who’s leaving, and then flying out of Baltimore to NOLA.
We head out at 5:00 for a 7:45 flight, and get to the airport in plenty of time to board our (of course) delayed flight. After weaving through security, we get to our gate where we see that our flight number has “Nashville” listed instead of “New Orleans.” This is a problem! I ask the desk clerk what’s going on, and he tells me that the plane stops in Nashville before going to NOLA. “But I bought a nonstop ticket!” I tell him. “Nope. You didn’t!” he replies with entirely too much humor. I seriously wanted to pinch him, but I resisted.
In any case, we end up next to some really nice people at the gate, including a brand-new Chalmatian who adores calling “Da Parish” his home. I was mean to another passenger who was watching the ten millionth oil update on CNN, but he asked why on earth anyone would want to go to New Orleans. “Because it’s beautiful and worth calling home,” I told him. I also muttered an unkind word, which was overheard by the friendly Chalmatian, who agreed. Thank goodness Holland was occupied with her ViewMaster!
The flight to Nashville was uneventful aside from Holland bouncing in her seat, opening and closing the window shade every five seconds, and generally turned all the way to ten the entire time. However, there was no screaming or crying, so I’m calling it a success. Once we hit Nashville, we were able to move to the front of the plane and chat with the super-nice attendants. We even got to go into the cockpit and hang out with the pilot for a little while (sorry no pictures…she was glued to me!). Our layover was supposed to be 20 minutes, but ended up being 60. By the time the last plane we were waiting on landed, Holland was in that state of delirium unique to overtired toddlers where everything is hilarious and scream-worthy. The second we started taxiing out she got furious with me for not letting her run down the aisle, but after being ignored for 2 minutes she passed out on my lap.
We ended up landing about 40 minutes later than originally scheduled, and we were both drained. Thank goodness Oma’s house is pretty close to the airport, so we were able to get straight to bed to recoup for the next day!