New York State of mind.

It took three attempts during the course of one week to fly from Palm Beach to New York City.

Saturday dawned sunny.

Finished closing up the abode, dropped the rental car, hitched a ride on the Avis shuttle, upgraded my Clear pass, grabbed breakfast at Chili’s which is the only restaurant in the terminal and made it to the gate with time to spare.

And then the saga commenced.

A 10:10am flight became a 10:30, 11:00 and then we gradually boarded and sat on the hot plane for 60 minutes and then we deplaned with all our luggage and then we sat at the gate and then a storm passed through and then at 3pm we boarded and then we were #6 for takeoff which took 30 minutes and then at 3:30 we took off and then at 5:30pm we rocked and rolled in a gusty wind descent and then we u-turned because it was so windy and at 5:45pm we hit down hard on the runway.

And let us not forget the 4 year-old who screamed the last 45 minutes of the flight and the man across the aisle who snorted and gagged on his phlegm for 3 hours and the couple in the row in front of us on the aisle who insulted and nagged each other during the long day and the 80+ man traveling alone on the aisle who could not understand that his feet were in the aisle during boarding and dozens of people asked him to move which he was unable to hear so I needed to aide in his leg and foot placement because passengers were screaming at him and he was oblivious.

Lovely, memorable day.

Arrived home, unpacked and actually enjoyed a wonderful evening at Bar Boulud with only a minor seating delay. Champagne definitely softened and eventually alleviated the mood.

I am temporarily grounding myself.

No Leaving on a Jet Plane for this girl.