2am at the Airport
Jun. 21st, 2021 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
canyonwalkerMaine Week Travelog Ω
BOS Terminal C - Tuesday, 22 Jun 2021, 2am.
Right now I should be home. The flight I should have been on arrived 25 minutes early, and I would have been home— as in through my front door— by 11pm California time. Instead I am 2,700 miles away, at BOS airport, where it is 2am and I am sitting on an uncomfortable chair in the ticketing area because nothing is open for a few more hours and kids are running around screaming because nothing is open for a few more hours. This is what can happen when the airline first delays, then rebooks, and then cancels your flight.
Well, at least the drive from Portland went smoothly. About as smoothly as renting a piece-of-shit car for what worked out to be over $100/hour can be. As we rolled into the densely packed BOS airport, with bridges and electric lights overhead, I felt immediately comfortable. I was in a real airport. It was like, "Chewie, we're home."
....Except we're not home. We're still 2,700 miles away. But at least we're at thespaceport airport. We'll see if this old bucket of bolts still has it where it counts— I mean, now we just have to wait it out for a few hours until the check-in counters and TSA checkpoint open. That'll be, what, 4:30am?
Update: The counters and security checkpoint opened at 3. Yay. We shambled through them and waited out 1.5 hours at our gate for our 6am flight to begin boarding at 5:20am.
Update 2: I arrived home only 12 hours later than originally planned (read next blog).
BOS Terminal C - Tuesday, 22 Jun 2021, 2am.
Right now I should be home. The flight I should have been on arrived 25 minutes early, and I would have been home— as in through my front door— by 11pm California time. Instead I am 2,700 miles away, at BOS airport, where it is 2am and I am sitting on an uncomfortable chair in the ticketing area because nothing is open for a few more hours and kids are running around screaming because nothing is open for a few more hours. This is what can happen when the airline first delays, then rebooks, and then cancels your flight.
Well, at least the drive from Portland went smoothly. About as smoothly as renting a piece-of-shit car for what worked out to be over $100/hour can be. As we rolled into the densely packed BOS airport, with bridges and electric lights overhead, I felt immediately comfortable. I was in a real airport. It was like, "Chewie, we're home."
....Except we're not home. We're still 2,700 miles away. But at least we're at the
Update: The counters and security checkpoint opened at 3. Yay. We shambled through them and waited out 1.5 hours at our gate for our 6am flight to begin boarding at 5:20am.
Update 2: I arrived home only 12 hours later than originally planned (read next blog).
