I made it to JFK without a hitch yesterday morning. Actually leaving JFK is always the problem. Of course my flight was delayed, & of course I was standing next to a super annoying guy at the gate.
Me: {Minding my own business, working on my BlackBerry}
Super Annoying Guy: So- going to Albuquerque, huh?
Me: Nope. Chicago.
Super Annoying Guy: Oh, well you’re lucky. Let me tell you, Albuquerque isn’t the place to be, but I’ve got this {blah blah blah blah blah}…
Me: Oh. Okay, enjoy {still typing on my BlackBerry, trying to look as busy as possible}.
Super Annoying Guy: So, you ever see so many people in an airport before {it was a not-so crowded mid-day at JFK}?
Me: Uhm, nope {still typing on my BlackBerry, trying to look as busy as possible}.
Super Annoying Guy: I can’t believe how many people have walked through Gate 23.
Me: {No response. This is ridiculous. I don't like talking to strangers.}
After 90 minutes of delays {first our incoming flight was delayed, then our crew mysteriously disappeared- lovely}, we finally left. I got in a car & met up with our guys in the Chicago office {which is spectacular, by the way} & we started the drive down to South Bend, Indiana. Chicago is really pretty, by the way. I’ve never been, but it might just be fun to go back someday. Downtown looks very clean & new. The 15 minutes I saw of it, anyway.
The drive to South Bend was like… driving through the Midwest. Very green, with gently rolling hills, & not much of anything else. It wasn’t so bad. Our dinner was much like I imagined dinner to be… in the Midwest. The problem is, when you live in NYC, you turn into a total food snob. Restaurants that aim to be “5 Star” in small towns just don’t often meet the same bar. So- it was fine¸ but I’m definitely looking forward to my dinners in Cambridge & Philly this week. The guy I sat next to got a massive bloody nose at the beginning of the meal {luckily avoiding any drippage on me}, & the fillet I ordered bore quite the disturbing resemblance to this. I sent it back- definitely not medium rare. And my hotel- it’s pretty funny. It’s actually on Notre Dame’s campus. It sort of looks like a big dorm, & my room looks like it, too- likely no bigger than my bedroom in my tiny NYC apartment, but super old. It reminds me of Mike's Grandma's basement in Mapleton, UT. Oh- & there is a giant crucifix on the wall, Jesus included. I’m definitely at a Catholic university.
So for this morning- of course I woke up at 6am & couldn't get back to sleep. I have a car picking me up at 10am to head back to O’Hare to take off for Boston, so until then, I’m going to go for a run around campus, get some work done, & take in the scenery. It is pretty here.
Me: {Minding my own business, working on my BlackBerry}
Super Annoying Guy: So- going to Albuquerque, huh?
Me: Nope. Chicago.
Super Annoying Guy: Oh, well you’re lucky. Let me tell you, Albuquerque isn’t the place to be, but I’ve got this {blah blah blah blah blah}…
Me: Oh. Okay, enjoy {still typing on my BlackBerry, trying to look as busy as possible}.
Super Annoying Guy: So, you ever see so many people in an airport before {it was a not-so crowded mid-day at JFK}?
Me: Uhm, nope {still typing on my BlackBerry, trying to look as busy as possible}.
Super Annoying Guy: I can’t believe how many people have walked through Gate 23.
Me: {No response. This is ridiculous. I don't like talking to strangers.}
After 90 minutes of delays {first our incoming flight was delayed, then our crew mysteriously disappeared- lovely}, we finally left. I got in a car & met up with our guys in the Chicago office {which is spectacular, by the way} & we started the drive down to South Bend, Indiana. Chicago is really pretty, by the way. I’ve never been, but it might just be fun to go back someday. Downtown looks very clean & new. The 15 minutes I saw of it, anyway.
The drive to South Bend was like… driving through the Midwest. Very green, with gently rolling hills, & not much of anything else. It wasn’t so bad. Our dinner was much like I imagined dinner to be… in the Midwest. The problem is, when you live in NYC, you turn into a total food snob. Restaurants that aim to be “5 Star” in small towns just don’t often meet the same bar. So- it was fine¸ but I’m definitely looking forward to my dinners in Cambridge & Philly this week. The guy I sat next to got a massive bloody nose at the beginning of the meal {luckily avoiding any drippage on me}, & the fillet I ordered bore quite the disturbing resemblance to this. I sent it back- definitely not medium rare. And my hotel- it’s pretty funny. It’s actually on Notre Dame’s campus. It sort of looks like a big dorm, & my room looks like it, too- likely no bigger than my bedroom in my tiny NYC apartment, but super old. It reminds me of Mike's Grandma's basement in Mapleton, UT. Oh- & there is a giant crucifix on the wall, Jesus included. I’m definitely at a Catholic university.
So for this morning- of course I woke up at 6am & couldn't get back to sleep. I have a car picking me up at 10am to head back to O’Hare to take off for Boston, so until then, I’m going to go for a run around campus, get some work done, & take in the scenery. It is pretty here.
5 comments:
I think every time I have flown out of JFK my flight has been delayed by at least 4 hours. Most recently, it was 12. And I was on my way home from Europe (therefore tired enough as it is!!). I would like to ban that airport from my life.
My sister almost went to Notre Dame to play soccer. She went on a recruit trip and everything. Thats really my only connection here :)
Take some pictures of NY in the Fall for me when you get home. Pretty please!!!
Hey, we were in Chicago at the same time. Lilly and I were walking up and down Michigan Ave on Monday afternoon. Pretty, pretty city.
No way, Jen! I was on Michigan Ave for a bit- our office is right off of it.
I liked it, too. Wish I could have seen it for a bit longer...
its gets really funny when a stranger sits next to you and then complains that your child is making too much noise.. Children get on first they picked the seat and they still complain. I am glad I know sign language I can just act like I am deaf.
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