Trip to and from Jacksonville

I know its a long post but trust me only crap like this happens to me, and most of you will agree!


Thursday if you read I headed to Jax to see Erika and Addison and have a baby shower to welcome my next niece. I tell you the rate ya'll are popping them out I'll never need to have kids of my own, but I must admit my frequent flyer miles are really adding up.

Friday we spent the day shopping and getting ready for the shower. Addison was so good despite her not feeling 100%.
While making pasta salad I had what must of been the most disgusting beers I've ever had. Michael (Erika's husband) bought blueberry beer. Don't ask it was just 8% alcohol so he used his male judgement. Who the hell mixes berry with beer I don't know but needless to say the Icehouse I chased it down with tasted like the best beer ever. Especially considering its been a while since I partook in an alcoholic beverage.

Saturday was the shower. Lots of cleaning and preparation. It turned out nice and everyone says they had a really good time. You know me the hostess with the mostest. Erika got lots of diapers and wipes like she needed and I got to see my mom who drove up for the party. After a long day we went and got mani's and pedi's like all women do and just relaxed. I swear there were at least 6 men in there getting pedicures with us. Only at the beach! I'm not thinking I'll see too much of that in NYC but I wish more men followed in their footsteps.

Sunday we hit up Olive Garden for lunch and just relaxed before I had to leave. Thank goodness I relaxed because boy I would of never guessed what would happen next.

Erika dropped me off at the airport and I got to the gate in record time. My flight out of Jax connected in Atlanta and I was suppose to land in NYC at 9:00. Here is the break down of my night after I landed in Atlanta.

As I got off the flight I was told my connection was delayed until 10:00. So I'm pissed of coarse. I take my time getting to the gate and am told that the flight is now delayed until 10:59. WTF they should of just rounded that bad boy to 11:00 that minute ain't foolin nobody. Anyway they were offering 2 round trips to give up your seat but you had to stay until 11:00 to see if they needed it. After numerous phone calls to my Atlanta people I decided to give up my seat and take the round trip tickets. About 30 min later they told me they didn't need the ticket. So now it is about 9:00 I'm stuck here til 11:00 and don't get shit out of the deal so I went and had a burger and beer at the bar! After the nastiest burger I've had in while and 2 blue moon's I went back to the gate.
We finally loaded on the plane at 11:00. I had already accepted the fact I wasn't getting to my bed until at least 2am so I sucked it up and just made the best of it. Then confusion came about. Evidently they had booked 5 people in the same seats. Luckily the flight wasn't full so after 15 minutes they finally got all that situated. Then came the Indian BITCHS! Yeah I said it, and all my Indian friends would say the same damn thing about these chics! Two wives and their husbands evedentally didn't hear last call for the flight. As a courtesy and because we still had 4 empty seats they let them on the plane. These chics start complaining because the seats aren't together and someone told them they would be able to sit with their husbands. The Airtran people tried to explain to them that they needed to take any seat available. They weren't trying to hear that. After 45 min they were told if they didn't sit down they would be escorted off the plain. Well that was BS because no one was coming to get their curry smellin asses! Once again my Indian friends would allow me to say that. So two other people volunteered their seats so we could get the hell out of town. You would of thought that would of satisfied them but no as we are taxiing to the runway one of the husbands is walking up to complain. They finally got him to sit down and we took off. Don't you know both those damn husbands slept the entire time and didn't even talk to their wives. You know I was looking! Glad to know they had to sit together so bad so their husbands could fall asleep and not even talk to them.
So finally after leaving at midnight we landed in NYC around 2am. What I had hoped to be my bed time. I got off the plane and called my shuttle to pic me up. They said 30 min. So I'm waiting and 30 min goes by so I call again. "Oh sorry ma'am it will be 90 min." Oh hell no you know I was pissed. I could of caught a cab and been half way home. Just then I see a shuttle guy walking around. He was there picking up a private party that reserved a private van. He asked the family if I could ride in the van and they said yes. So 2:45 I get in the van with a family from the upper east side (that means they are loaded$$$) and head to Manhattan.

I finally get dropped off in Midtown a little after 3am after listening to the Doctors family plan their entire day including Hebrew school. I walk down to catch the train and the entrance is blocked. No prob I know another 3 entrances to get to the train I'll try one of them. They are ALL blocked off. WTF how in the hell am I suppose to get home. I ask 3 yes 3 different policemen and none of them can tell me how to catch the PATH train to NJ. None of them usually work that area of town. Well, call me crazy but shouldn't all cops need to know the major transit systems in and out of NYC. So here I am at 3 in the morning walking around with my suitcase trying to find and entrance to the train. So beyond my better judgement I ask this lady on the street. I should of known no one out at that time was the best resource. So Tammy, the lady I asked, said follow me you need to go to Penn Station. She seemed nice until the wind blew and Tammy smelled like a liquor cabinet. I didn't care ,if she could get me to the train she smelled like roses to me. I told her that I didn't think the PATH train left from Penn Station but she insisted. So we walked a few blocks to Penn Station and I found out Tammy moved here a couple years ago from Boca. Only me would find out the life story of a drunk at 3 in the morning while trying to get directions. She also informed me I could live in the city for $1000, I knew she was wasted once she said that. So we get to Penn Station and it is full of crazy homeless people and folks I wouldn't feel safe with during the day let alone at 3 in the morning. Needless to say the PATH train does NOT go into Penn Station. So another 15 min wasted. A sketchy Israeli man wanting to drive me home did tell me the entrance I needed was on 32nd and 6th so I guess the trip wasn't a total loss. So after walking a few more blocks I finally found the only entrance I had never seen and the only entrance that was not blocked off.

3:35 I am sitting waiting on the train. Finally it comes and I am off to home sweet home. I hit the sheets at 4:20 only to wake up at 7:00 for work. I was in rare form that day and spent $13.42 through out the day at Starbucks to keep me going.

My flight home was definitely not the best but I had a great time in Jax and miss Erika and Addison already.