So, I’m finally here in San Francisco after all the hype of getting ready. I had the craziest trip of my life and wouldn’t want to sit through it again for money. I was delayed out of Tampa and literally had to run to my plane in Miami. I made it just before they let the standbys onto the plane, and my seat was next to a mom with her 8 month old baby. She was pretty well-behaved most of the way, but I’m not a mom so I don’t think my level of understanding was the same as moms may be. I fell asleep for a little while and suddenly we were on the ground. I thought to myself, wow, that was faster than I thought (it was supposed to be a 5.5 hour flight). I turned on my phone, and updated my facebook status to something about being in San Francisco.
Then, the pilot came on and said, “Welcome to Albuquerque! When we pull up to the gate you’ll see flashing lights, which is completely normal in an event like this.” An event like what? I asked the man nearby, because apparently I’m a space cadet.We landed for an emergency medical reason; someone in first class was having chest pains. I hoped he was okay, and then I hoped that we would take off soon; the flight attendants didn’t even know how long it would be to SF because they don’t flight that route on American. Okay. So we eventually (read an hour later) took off and landed in SF two hours behind schedule. I made it to my hotel, and everything was fine.