Day 34: August 1, 2009
6:50am: Alarm rings. Hit snooze.
7:10am: Get up, get dressed, cram last minute items in bag; all the while Not talking because of “No Talk Time” rule in early AM.
7:21am: Leave room 1317. Check out. Go to terminal.
7:58am: Get boarding ticket.
8:04am: Lug bag to drop-off station.
8:12am: Head to security.
8:12 & 29 seconds: pray we don’t get searched for anything in our carry-on bags. (That would have been a major party foul, especially when our gate closed at 8:25am.)
8:19am: Passport control. (Dear Mr. Passport Control Guy, I promise I’m not a terrorist…but check Amy.)
8:23am: Go through the maze to get to gates 77-90. (Why is our gate not listed on our boarding ticket?!)
8:26am: Panic. Pain. Pissed. (We are late for our gate. We have too much crap on our arm weighing us down. We can’t believe we are walking 2 miles to our unidentified gate.)
8:29am: still walking. (Reread 8:26 with more intensity of the three P’s.)
8:32am: still walking…ok actually trotting…giddy up, giddy up, giddy up.)
8:33 & 55 seconds: Finally arrive at gate 80 (we could identify gate 80 by it’s piece of paper that had “80” written in pen, real cool).
8:33 & 57 seconds: What, they haven’t started boarding?
8:45am: Plane is delayed 20 minutes, even cooler. Amy is stressed (reread 8:26 for explanation)…therefore, she is scarffing a blueberry muffin. That muffin had no chance…I wonder if she even tasted it…)
9:05am: Call for boarding.
9:06am: Irish young man (mid-20s?) asks Shea if he can help her with her bags.
9:06 & 13 seconds: Shea responds, “Oh no, it’s ok, it is really heavy.”
9:06 & 16 seconds: Irish young man replies, “Really, it’s fine, let me help.”
9:06 & 24 seconds: Shea gives bag over. Irish young man takes it and says with a quaver in voice and a shake in his arm as he struggled to put it on his shoulder, “Oh, this is heavy!”
9:06 & 30 seconds: Shea turns read at how heavy it is & how much she has collected within five weeks.
9:10am: seated & buckled.
9:20am: take off.
9:21am: kids start to scream for the next hour.
10:28am: land. Kids are still screaming. I give them the stink eye.
10:39am: passport control.
10:46am: baggage claim.
10:50am: meet Ireland.
11:15am: arrive at hotel.
12:10am: pizza arrives.
12:15pm: 1/3 of pizza is consumed.
12:18pm: That pizza had no chance.
12:30pm: Business meeting: money, flight details, etc.
2:00pm: Amy surfs internet & plans day in Ireland for next day. Shea sleeps.
4:03pm: Amy wakes Shea up.
4:05pm: Shea gets on internet/catches up on blogging. Amy sleeps.
6:08pm: Shea wakes Amy.
6:30pm: Amy organizes souvenirs. She contemplates keeping a few gifts to others for herself. (If you are personally concerned about your souvenir, or lack-there-of, feel free to contact me and I will clarify any apprehension.)
7:00pm: blog. Still in hotel room.
8:00pm: writing this blog.
8:04pm: Think about walking to subway.
8:35pm: Eat in the hotel restaurant.
10:00pm: Back in our room, re-e-e-e-e-laxing!