I was all set to head for Chicago tonight to join women bloggers from all over at BlogHer. My bags were packed, I was ready to go. But just before leaving the office for the airport, I wisely checked on my flight. “CANCELLED?!” my coworkers heard me exclaim what I was reading on my computer screen.
Yeah, that’s right. After my husband’s airport debacle in New York last week, I am now experiencing my own streak of airplane bad luck: a cancellation due to God knows what. Weather, I suppose? My giddy anticipation of the conference instantly turned to sullen disappointment and a mild sense of rage at the current state of air travel. At least I don’t have to spend the night at the airport.
My airline automatically rebooked me for a 6 a.m. flight tomorrow (thanks a lot!), so I’ll have to make it through my first day at BlogHer with the help of serious caffeine. But I will be there, come hell, high water, or flight shenanigans. BlogHer or bust! Wish me better luck tomorrow.
Ugh, I HATE air travel. I hope you make it there tomorrow without too much grief.
I’m here now! Thank goodness.