Hola from Hotlanta!
Okay, so Hola probably isn't an Atlanta greeting, but it works. And contrary to EVERTHING I've heard, Hotlanta isn't so hot. I left 109 degree temps in Oregon expecting the worst, and it's only in the low 90s here. Definitely doable.
I have nothing interesting writing-wise to share, so I'm going to tell you about my wonderfully exciting trip out east. I hate flying. Have I said that before? Oh, yeah. Flew to Phoenix where I had to catch my connection. Had 45 minutes to book through the airport and get something to eat (yanno...they don't even serve food on the flights anymore. You have to PAY for it! What's up with that?!). So anyway, book it to the gate, philly cheesesteak in hand, get on the flight, find my seat and plop. After half an hour taxiing out to the runway (do you have any idea how hot it is in Phoenix? Yikes), we get to the end of the runway, the pilot punches the engine, we start to go, then BOOM. Oh yeah, loud explosion. I'm sitting just behind the wing where great big flames are shooting out of the engine, black smoke's wafting out, and the stench of hydraulic fluid is filling the air. Little scary. We blew engine number two. Luckily, they shut it right off, veered off the runway and everyone sat there looking horrified. We must have sat for another half hour before they finally decided they could take us back to the airport, where we were offloaded and told to sit tight.
Um, yeah.
In Phoenix.
Sit tight ended up being three hours in the Phoenix airport with no idea how long it would take and a warning not to venture too far away from the gate.
I was supposed to get into Atlanta at 9:30 pm. I got in around 12:45 am. Then, as if that weren't enough, I'm wandering around the Atlanta airport at all hours of the night, headed toward baggage claim, and the darn train I'm riding gets shut down while I'm on it. I had to get off and then hoof it the rest of the way to baggage claim. And the Atlanta airport's under major construction, so it was just a little confusing.
Luckily, I got here safe and sound. In fact, when we landed in Atlanta, the flight attendant announced, "Welcome to Atlanta. We're a little late, but alive. So that's good." Um, not something you want to hear from a flight attendant.
I'm staying with family now and am heading to the hotel tomorrow for the conference. Looking forward to meeting up with friends there.
I'll try to post an update about the conference early next week. Hopefully I'll have some great photos to share.
Until then...asta, baby.
I have nothing interesting writing-wise to share, so I'm going to tell you about my wonderfully exciting trip out east. I hate flying. Have I said that before? Oh, yeah. Flew to Phoenix where I had to catch my connection. Had 45 minutes to book through the airport and get something to eat (yanno...they don't even serve food on the flights anymore. You have to PAY for it! What's up with that?!). So anyway, book it to the gate, philly cheesesteak in hand, get on the flight, find my seat and plop. After half an hour taxiing out to the runway (do you have any idea how hot it is in Phoenix? Yikes), we get to the end of the runway, the pilot punches the engine, we start to go, then BOOM. Oh yeah, loud explosion. I'm sitting just behind the wing where great big flames are shooting out of the engine, black smoke's wafting out, and the stench of hydraulic fluid is filling the air. Little scary. We blew engine number two. Luckily, they shut it right off, veered off the runway and everyone sat there looking horrified. We must have sat for another half hour before they finally decided they could take us back to the airport, where we were offloaded and told to sit tight.
Um, yeah.
In Phoenix.
Sit tight ended up being three hours in the Phoenix airport with no idea how long it would take and a warning not to venture too far away from the gate.
I was supposed to get into Atlanta at 9:30 pm. I got in around 12:45 am. Then, as if that weren't enough, I'm wandering around the Atlanta airport at all hours of the night, headed toward baggage claim, and the darn train I'm riding gets shut down while I'm on it. I had to get off and then hoof it the rest of the way to baggage claim. And the Atlanta airport's under major construction, so it was just a little confusing.
Luckily, I got here safe and sound. In fact, when we landed in Atlanta, the flight attendant announced, "Welcome to Atlanta. We're a little late, but alive. So that's good." Um, not something you want to hear from a flight attendant.
I'm staying with family now and am heading to the hotel tomorrow for the conference. Looking forward to meeting up with friends there.
I'll try to post an update about the conference early next week. Hopefully I'll have some great photos to share.
Until then...asta, baby.
posted by Elisabeth Naughton at 2:06 PM
3Comments:
OMG! So glad you're safe!!!
Take care!
You should have took your Piper Angel with you! LOL
Glad you made it safe and sound. I look forward to hearing all the exciting news you'll have to share!
It's dipping back into the 80s now, I ran away to the coast for the weekend!
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