So we arrived to Eugene, OR at 9:10am on Wednesday, April 25th just on time to hear from Timothy the United Agent, who you'll see below, that "no, you are not allowed to get on your 9:40am flight, you are just too late, it would be absolutely restricted for me to allow you and your check-in luggage on the flight."
Little did I know as I stepped through the security check line that my Nalgene water bottle was about to be confiscated if it did not have less than 3 oz of water in it. So the chugging began, by Kia mostly and me included...
Shortly upon our arrival to San Francisco, Mr. United pilot got on the PA system to let all of us comfortably secure passengers know that our plane was about to run out of fuel and if we had to continue circling San Fran for a lot longer (since only 1 runway was open b/c of foggy conditions) then we would have to drop down to San Jose for a re-fuel before we could make it to San Fran. Comforting thought. So thankfully the pilot (interrupting our very calm thoughts) got back on the PA about 15 minutes later to let us know that we were finally going to be landing with our fuel levels in tact. He had supposedly told the San Fran land people that it was unacceptable for us to fly any longer with the state of our fuel. Number 2 "thank you Jesus" moments on the trip.
But oops, after running, literally home-alone-style running, through the airport we peer out the window of our gate 67C only to see...NOTHING, our connecting plane to Denver had already departed, right on the dot of time it was supposed to depart. What in tarnation?! When does that EVER happen? Well it was the only time it happened on this trip for us. I guess we had lost some minutes with our hovering in the air over San Fran in our poorly fueled plan. So panting back over to the customer service desk we go...
An hour or so late, the luggage arrives. Finally the blessed conference has arrived. Just a few pics of the fun times had (minus the altitude sickness I experienced the WHOLE time I was there, puky-feeling syndrome overtook me, and no, if any of you are asking, I'm not pregnant, just a little sensitive to sense of being 5280 feet (63360 inches in Will's terms) high in the air.) Spent a lot of relax time in the bathtub, actually. But here's a few pics of the moments I came out to take a few deep breaths of the thin air.
Great free conference food, wasn't quite sure how to eat this half a head of lettuce, but just dug right in with one of our 7 knives at each place setting. Wasn't quite sure I had the Miss Manners education and etiquette to eat at some of those meals! :)
Birthday dinner at Lucky Strike bowling for Kia!
And then the trip home on Saturday begins. A full circus (and 2nd 12 hour travel trip) all the way! Fully loaded with another canceled flight (which we weren't told about a month ago), my encounter with the new creepy "air-puffing" machine in the security screening line, an unprepared for 3 hour layover in San Fran, a broken tire that furthered our layover on the 2nd plane from San Fran to Eugene, Kia's quick adventure on the bart underground subway to see her brother's girlfriend who just happened to be visiting San Fran, lost luggage when we returned to Eugene and a partridge in a pear tree.
And the partridge in the pear tree (the lost baggage claim which promised our baggage to be delivered the next day by 10am). By 5pm the next day it arrived safe and sound, to finish the trip off with a big bang!