Journal Entry
Miragliotta party of 5 departed 74 Redwood St. in a black limousine. So basically, our trip started off perfectly. Even I was ready to leave on time. We arrived at Newark Liberty International Airport within 45 minutes. We checked our bags, got something gross to eat, and heard an announcement informing us that our 2:30 flight had been delayed until 4:00. Okay, fine. An hour and a half was not that bad.
We continued to sit in the waiting area where we wrote song parodies, played cards and walked to the bathroom about 20 times (we drank a lot of water). As we kept ourselves occupied in Newark Airport, we kept hearing cancellation after cancellation of flights because of bad weather. Naturally, our delay was extended from 4 pm to 7:30 pm. Okay, now my mother is heated, so a Delta man gave her some food vouchers to cheer her up (it worked).
We got hungry again so we walked over to none other than one of the finest of restaurants...Burger King. My lovely mother rushed us through our meal, but I still managed to get my vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.
Upon our return to the very uncomfortable Delta waiting area, we found out that the flight is now delayed until 9:05 pm. Now we are happy that we will still be leaving tonight.
Okay, so on with the trauma...as if this last delay wasn't enough, the airplane is here now, but to our surprise, they say it is "broken." At this point, we all resemble fire breathing dragons because they just announced our flight is canceled.
Lindsey is clueless and is getting more and more talkative which means she is getting more and more annoying. Every person in this waiting area just bugged out at the same exact time. Since I always try to stay positive, I found this rather funny. After my "non-frantic" mother waited in line for 45 minutes to book a new flight, the lady helping the long line had to go home. :o(
Let's analyze this situation. Jackie is going through withdrawal from not seeing Gordy is almost 12 hours, Mom is hysterical because she fears we will miss the cruise, Dad wants to kill every person on the planet (there is a good chance we are included), Lindsey is now crying and beyond annoying and I am having a great time observing it all.
About 20 minutes have gone by and our family now possesses $500 in airfare money, $50 in food vouchers, and a flight booked for 8:00 in the morning. Basically, this means we are sleeping at Newark Airport. I am contemplating suicide using this pen because Lindsey decided to sit next to me.
We are now in a corner laying down on not one, but eleven suitcases. There is a hanger poking me in the back and a toothbrush digging into my leg, but I am okay...really. Lindsey just asked an intelligent question that I thought I might share: "Why are we at the airport?"
After countless hours of tossing and turning on our queen-sized array of suitcases, Lindsey woke up...screaming. She woke up just about everyone in the airport. After she fell back to sleep, I couldn't. Awesome.
Soon after, it was 6:00 am and we went to check our bags again. This time we were flight 2311 instead of 2347. On the menu for our free breakfast was...you guessed it! Burger King! We pretty much "bought" the entire line breakfast in order to use the voucher in its entirety. While dining on greasy hashbrowns, I saw a friend of mine, Sal the Ray Catena guy who was one of my regulars from Applebee's, sitting near us. He was going to Cancun. It must be nice to come to the airport and actually leave on time.
Now we are back at the luxurious Delta airline waiting area, near gate 45. It is now 6:15am.
After a turbulent plane ride (which I pretty much slept through), we finally landed in Florida where it was pouring rain. We found Grandpa Pickles as soon as we got off the plane and he told us, "Your silly asses should have taken a Greyhound."
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