"Don't worry, my flight home is at 7.30 pm, let's drink, I'll get up at noon and be fine!" I said to the others. Regrettably, this is untrue.
I awoke at half past noon and double checked my itinerary, "HOLY SHIT GODDAMN MOTHER FUCK!" I yelled as I saw I had missed my Montreal-New York flight at 10.30 am. It had taken off and landed by the time I had woken up! I ran downstairs to Phillipe and yelled with a stutter what the problem was and we hightailed it into the car and to the airport, trying to get Qantas on the phone, but airline people know how to be unhelpful, "Thank you." I promptly told Erin - the woman in charge of Qantas points flights - in a matter-of-fact, go-fuck-yourself kind of way and hung up, flipping the phone shut.
Spending many precious minutes trying to find a flight to New York within the foreseeable future which would get me there in time for my New York-LA-Sydney connection, we ran from one end of the airport to the other, checking internet and every airline desk within reach. Finally the Air Canada woman helped us, informing us of a flight n Delta, "Well, there's one leaving at 4:15 to New York...but that's $930...let me check if I can bounce you from Toronto to LA...no, that's $1100...okay, the New York flight if your best bet." So we ran to the Delta desk and ran into a rookie girl running the check in and we babbled our story to her. A manager - Eric - quickly interjected and began to help us, booking me in with my credit card and a quick flash of typing, "...aaaaand there you go."
"Thank you! The first helpful person here!"
"Oh...your bag might be too big...here...these are valet luggage tags, they will take your bags from you as you board and give them back as you disembark." I thank him and Phillipe and ran to passport control, "Worst day ever." I kept muttering to myself.
Finally arrived in LA without a hitch. The place we came out was the same place we were leaving from thankfully. The flight had passed thankfully also passed quickly, and so I did not feel too tired, though I knew I would soon feel the strain of the long LA to Syd flight. We weren't waiting too long here, which was good - nothing to do but sit.
My words get confused as I think of their faces. Faces I won't see again for some time.
I look down to earth from this kingdom of clouds as radiant orange lights reflect off of the mysteriously beautiful clouds and I'm not sure what I feel.
I can smell myself and it's not a fantastic odour. I've been in the air for approx. a day and a half so no shower. I have brushed my teeth which felt good. I slept, too. Watched two or three movies. I can't remember now. It was just killing time. Music flows from my headphones and I miss them. Almost every song reminds me of them in some way. I will see half of them again soon - but not the others. I will have to go to them or them to me.
HA HA HA HA. It's been too long!
The cloud cover over Sydney was beautiful, magestic and expansive - each cloud looking like a small explosion frozen in time and turned white - beautiful masses which appeared solid as the ground we walk on, but are as ethereal as the concept of love.
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