Once i was inside the airport i checked in (with barely a minute to spare) and found out i was on the very last seat in the very last row 31F on the plane. The first agent said i had to check with the agent at my gate to move seats. I got through security that took forever. I had 10 minutes to get by security before my plane began boarding and was 50 people deep. If you truly knew how much my internal guts were doing flips every time i turned around with these long crazy delays! When i got to the gate there was only 2 agents and with all the chaos of cancellations it was packed. One lady was taking up an agents time crying and throwing a fit so the other agent was having to scan all the tickets. Which means no one was able to check for another seat for me. UGH! The irony is that on my Friday flight home, I was upgraded to First class and now the very next flight has me on the worst seat a person could have. On the positive side of this, my luggage was waiting for me by the time i finally walked off the plane and downstairs to baggage claim. I'm back in California for my last week and I'm so sad. I appreciate every extra minute here.
I had dinner tonight at such a yummy place that i fell in love with originally in Chicago. It's a fast food place but a nice one called Portillo's Hot Dogs. It opened up a few years ago in Buena Park and it was so exciting. Their menu is the exact same and taste just as good. I have no specific plans for tomorrow yet. I'll fill in later about the rest of weekend.
|Portillos-a Chicagoland tradition|