The Thanksgiving break started off ominously when I got to the airport only to have the check-in kiosk tell me my flight had already taken off. Turns out the very nice lady I talked to at Northwest a few months ago had not quite understood me when I asked for her to book me on a flight that left late Wednesday night (but actually Thursday at 12:30am) and got in on Thursday, and had booked me on the flight that left on 12:30am Wednesday instead. After a couple moments of freaking out, I was told that for a not so slight change fee, I could get on the flight I thought I was booked on since it wasn't full. Sure, I should have double checked the reservation when I got the email confirmation, but what this really says to me is always book tickets online myself. Over the phone sucks.
The flight was fine from there on out. I wasted most of my layover time in MN trecking across the terminal and stumbling across this Hobie Cat display. I don't know about you but Minneapolis in November when its 19 degrees out doesn't exactly bring catamarans to mind, and I looked around on their website and it doesn't seem like there is any particular significance, but maybe I'm wrong.
Sadly, it wasn't much warmer in Pittsburgh when I arrived. Good thing my parents brought along some warm winter clothes for me.
Thanksgiving was great, spending time with my cute new cousin and the rest of my family. We ate lots of turkey, spent some time with my great aunt who couldn't make it to the wedding, rested up, walked around The Strip, saw Harry Potter (mine and my brother's Thanksgiving tradition), and enjoying a lovely 6 1/2 hour car ride back late Saturday night (though I shouldn't really complain because I rode shotgun the whole time - its my parents and Sam who were squished in the back, hence the decision that next year the best investment would be renting a minivan).
Then it was back to NY. Sunday was spent retriving some things from my parents place - clothes that never made it to Stanford, clothes that made it back from Stanford but couldn't fit in our old apartment - and then finding a place for them in our apartment. Its sad but there are still more things at their house that someday I'll take back - my stereo which would be perfect for our bedroom, and a lot of my fiction books still sitting in my old room, waiting for us to purchase a new bookshelf for our bedroom. And then there was the going through the study, sorting through my mail and financial documents. It was the first day I've been home for more than a couple hours on a non-workday since September. I made homemade pizza to commemorate the event. It was yummy.
I worked from the NY office for two days, but before I knew it I was back on a plane again, back to SF. Unfortunately, this flight left over an hour late and was bumpy the whole time. Yuck. At least I only have a few more of these flights to look forward too.
Posted by dahl at November 30, 2005 01:23 PM