So for the last week or so I've been on vacation to Kono, Hawaii with my family. yeah, i live in freaking San Diego, had tickets to Comicon and didn't get to go--pity me. But I figure I'll tell you a little bit about my vacation. Probably a billion other people are writing about what I missed at Comicon.
Well firstly, we flew from San Diego to LA in the most ghetto plane I've ever seen. It was so tiny, only probably seated like thirty people if that, and it was loud and had no air conditioning. Wasn't that bad though since the flight was only like twenty minutes, though, and I sat next tot his hot-shot looking business man how pretty much sat there listening to his iPhone the whole time, reading some kind of magazine while I read one of my books I brought on the trip. Not so bad.
Now here's where things go south--we get on the plane to fly to Hawaii at about 5:45 pm (it is a five hour flight) in a 747 or something, reasonably comfortable I guess as far as size, but there's still no leg room and I swear to God they design those planes so there is absolutely no comfortable position to sleep, no matter how you twist yourself into a pretzel. So we are on the plane for an hour and I'm watching The Bounty Hunter as the in flight movie (Gerard Butler's American accent is pretty good, but I don't know, I just don't believe it whenever I watch him. It's probably 300's fault), and five minutes into it, the Pilot cuts in and says there's a mechanical problem and he doesn't want to fly across the ocean with it so we are turning around and going back to LA. Everyone is pissed. On top of that they didn't show the rest of the movie and no one came to give food or beverage service like they were supposed to.
Now the pilot also claims we are too heavy to land, so we fly in circles for another hour burning fuel before turning back around. When we get into the airport, it's about 10:30 pm (in case you are counting, yes, that means if we'd just kept flying, we would almost be to Hawaii already at this point). So we land back in LA, and they haven't planned crap for us. We wait in line at Customer Service for TWO HOURS, and when we finally get up there the service people are absolute jerks (not just a little short because people are yelling at them for screwing up the flight, no serious assholes that even a night of sleep and quiet wouldn't cure) hand us some vouchers and arrange for a hotel--in freaking San Pedro, which is a half hour away from the airport, assuming there's no traffic. At this point it is 12:30 and our plane leaves at 8:00 the next morning.
We take a shuttle (the shuttle people were the only one's organized) with a group of other people to the hotel--it's really nice actually, apparently the airlines ran out of room in the Motel 6s. At this point it's about 1 in the morning. In in the LA airport it takes 2 hours to do anything and another hour to get there, so when it comes right down to it, I only got to sleep three hours before the shuttle came to take us back to the airport. Luckily the plane didn't have to turn around again this time, but I was so tired I pretty much passed out in the plane and had weird, hallucinations/dreams about a water landing and turbulence and fish and clouds and as a result I don't really know much about the flight except that it was very cold and I missed the movie.
I think I'll save the rest for a different entry. Just thinking about this makes me angry.



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