We were gonna do the traditional Valentine's Day. Dinner. Dresses. Kisses. Love.
I've never celebrated Valentine's Day, and I don't think Xelia has either.....
I've been traveling since 4am today, and it's been a bit of a nightmare. Literally.
I booked this ticket a month ago, and had an anxiety dream at the time that I went to the wrong airport and missed my flight.
So....I went to the wrong airport and missed my flight. For real. It was straight out of the nightmare, even looked just the same. So revise term nightmare; replace with noun premonition.
My flight should have been at 6am, but I got to the (second) airport at 5:45 and they had locked the gate. So I sat there helpless while my plane was on the runway, and got on the 7am flight.
The 7am flight landed on time....but sat on the runway for an hour. They told me I was still fine for my connecting flight, so I let other passengers get off before me for their rush....only to find out that my connecting flight took off without me. So I feel like a total ass for being nice.
....I stood by for about 4 other flights, all down to the wire, but they had no room for me. The airline calls this my fault for missing my initial flight, even though I would have made my connection if I could have gotten off the bloody plane once it landed.
They were trying to charge me change fees. Um....no? I couldn't afford this flight....I had to pay on credit card and will probably not pay it off until July....maybe later, given how my job hunt has gone - my bank account is literally in the double digits. They aren't taking more of my money because the airport got backed up!
Finally I got them to switch me onto a connecting flight to Orange County, as trying for San Diego seemed a guaranteed way to miss Valentine's day with my honey. So Xelia and Heather hit the road and drove 2 hours to pick me up.
So much for our fancy dinner reservations.
The OC airport is orange perfumed. Not kidding.
I should have arrived before 10am. I didn't get to San Diego until after 10pm.
But the best feeling in the world is Xelia's skin against mine. Home is her.