The flight from Hell

I'm still here, and my plane leaves in about 6 hours, Boooo.

But here is what happened:

Day 1:

I woke up at 3:30 AM to make my flight. The whole night I was feeling kinda crummy, and was worried about being sick on the long flight, but by the time I woke up I was feeling fine.

So my dad drove me to the airport and I went to Gate A1 because that's what it told me on my ticket. So as I'm sitting there, I am seeing all these people with cowboy hats on so i'm feeling that this is the correct place. I hear over the intercom "Flight so-and-so to Dallas is now boarding". I'm utterly confused at this point because the door isn't open and there are no attendants. What the...

So I ran over to Gate A3 right as the door was about to close and ask them where the Dallas flight is, and they informed me that I am standing right in front of it, Gate A3. (It totally did NOT say that on my ticket). So I quickly get on the plane.

I am sitting there by the window seat waiting for the plane to take off so that I can get some sleep. I think we taxi'd around for about a half hour, no bueno.

The flight attendant comes around and offers us some drinks, I ordered a coke because I was feeling ill. Not a good idea.

I got some Bad A heart burn and felt terrible. The plane was about to land, so It kept diving low then kind of balanced out (you know what I mean right?). Yikes!

I grabbed the vomit bag and started breathing into it. It was not working. The vomit as in my throat. Did I swallow it or just let it come out? I didn't even have time to really consider this before all my coke, stomach acid and a few chips were up-chucked into this bag, (sorry for the visualization)

I was laying forward with my head on the back of the seat and holding the bag of barf over the floor. I began to feel it get lighter, I was thinking it was something to do with the pressure in the plane or something. Then I start to feel this cold spew of what I thought was air, on my foot. I look down, and much to my dismay, there was vomit spewing EVERYWHERE! What the crap!

I was boggled, there was barf all over my laptop, my purse, the floor, the seat in front of me, the side of the plane, and yes, my foot! I politely asked the man next to me if i could use is bag, he gave it to me and I put my bag inside of it.

Holy Geez! What kind of vomit bag has a hole in it?!

So I waited for everyone to get off the plane and told the ladies about it, they gave me a paper towel with club soda on it and had me get on my hands and knees to clean it up.

Then the lady says to me "You know if your going to throw up you need to let someone know before the flight so that they can give you a plastic bag!" (ok maybe she didn't yell it, but she was snotty about it" Ok, umm yeah I KNOW when i'm going to throw up lady! freak!

Anyways, I got off the plane, and my phone had no service. Steph was nowhere to be found and I had no bag for my laptop because it was soaked in you know what so I threw it away.

So I was having a difficult time holding my laptop, my purse and my coat, which made it hard for me to get my luggage. I tried to use the phone they had there but it would't work either.

I was afraid I was stranded at the airport and that steph went to the wrong gate (since my ticket had the wrong gate)

I went outside and waited. I heard my phone ringing, Service! It was steph, she was waiting for me, drumroll.....at the wrong gate.

She finally got there and we drove home, and had a wonderful rest of the day/evening.

I will post the rest of the week later, I had no idea how long it would take me to type a retarded story about my flight, sheesh.

P.S. I took those pictures while in flight and I hate posts without pictures. So I put these on. The don't really have anything to do with the story I told, nor do they belong in the area of the post that they were placed. It was done out of a random need for pictures.