Still hanging around these parts...
May. 31st, 2009 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpI'm back in the Delta SkyMiles lounge (courtesy of my ticket and my Amex card), scheduled to go out on an Air France flight at 6:15 pm. I will arrive a day late for my assignment, which is pretty bad, considering it's only a week-long assignment.
I wouldn't have even stopped by the SkyMiles lounge at all, except that wireless is no longer free at the Atlanta airport, at least not where it used to be (in Consourse E, in the food court area), so I stopped by the lounge, where access is free for SkyMiles members.
It occurs to me that one of the best ways of getting over the 24-hour pity storm I've been riding out is to just get over it, already, so I am deliberately not going to recount the events of yesterday. I've learned some lessons, and that's that. The rest I put behind me, as they're neither helpful, cathartic, funny, interesting, or instructive.
The return I've got booked takes me through Paris (ah, Pa-ree!), but the kicker is that I arrive at Charles de Gaulle airport at very nearly 11 pm, with a departure twelve hours later, the next morning at very nearly 11 am next Saturday night. (Then again, I get to spend most of an "extra" day in Moscow... w00t1)
Apropos of CDG: any readers have any good suggestions about a place to crash nearby? (I seem to recall there being a hotel inside... was it Orly? de Gaulle? But that was three decades ago, and it's likely the idea didn't pan out...) At the very least, I surely would like to avoid the situation I ran into here in Atlanta, where the taxi to and from the hotel I booked via Priceline (probably an error) cost more than the hotel room.
Then again, I may just try to find a nice corner and zonk out sitting up.
La vita è bella!
Cheers...
I wouldn't have even stopped by the SkyMiles lounge at all, except that wireless is no longer free at the Atlanta airport, at least not where it used to be (in Consourse E, in the food court area), so I stopped by the lounge, where access is free for SkyMiles members.
It occurs to me that one of the best ways of getting over the 24-hour pity storm I've been riding out is to just get over it, already, so I am deliberately not going to recount the events of yesterday. I've learned some lessons, and that's that. The rest I put behind me, as they're neither helpful, cathartic, funny, interesting, or instructive.
The return I've got booked takes me through Paris (ah, Pa-ree!), but the kicker is that I arrive at Charles de Gaulle airport at very nearly 11 pm, with a departure twelve hours later, the next morning at very nearly 11 am next Saturday night. (Then again, I get to spend most of an "extra" day in Moscow... w00t1)
Apropos of CDG: any readers have any good suggestions about a place to crash nearby? (I seem to recall there being a hotel inside... was it Orly? de Gaulle? But that was three decades ago, and it's likely the idea didn't pan out...) At the very least, I surely would like to avoid the situation I ran into here in Atlanta, where the taxi to and from the hotel I booked via Priceline (probably an error) cost more than the hotel room.
Then again, I may just try to find a nice corner and zonk out sitting up.
La vita è bella!
Cheers...
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Date: 2009-05-31 09:09 pm (UTC)Well, I was able to spend the night, in a manner of speaking, but the lights were turned down and my only associates were the guy driving the zamboni floor polisher, a Nigerian, and a drunk Dane who tried to pick me up. Only in a place such as Denmark do the drunks have a good enough command of a foreign language such as English to be annoying.
I ended up hanging out very near the Nigerian to get away from the Drunk. I wanted to sleep but didn't dare, as I had no way to keep an eye on my belongings or even my person, if you know what I mean. Miraculously, my son showed up at 2 am, as when faced with having to spend a lonely night of his own alone in the Malmø train station, he elected to ride the train back to København to join me, partly because he had no money and he figured I would.
It was a night to remember! By the time I reached Zurich, transferred to my flight back to the states, nearly missing it, and sat down in my seat, I fell asleep before the plane even took off, only a few minutes later.