{"id":1780,"date":"2009-06-25T13:28:17","date_gmt":"2009-06-25T20:28:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nerdseyeview.com\/blog\/?p=1780"},"modified":"2010-10-12T12:42:27","modified_gmt":"2010-10-12T19:42:27","slug":"ay-caramba-que-lastima","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nerdseyeview.com\/blog\/2009\/06\/25\/ay-caramba-que-lastima\/","title":{"rendered":"Ay Caramba! Que Lastima!"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Cozumel<\/a>It looks, in my house, as though someone is going off traveling. My suitcase is packed and sitting on my bed. My day pack is loaded with airplane items, there’s even a dose of surreptitiously acquired Ambien in my wallet for the red eye. I have a huge stack of books from the library about Mexico on the bookshelf. I have a little pile of clothes next to the suitcase — stuff to change into right before I leave for the airport, comfortable things to wear for the duration of the trip. My transportation is all lined up and I have a movie date for tonight — the idea being that if I get out for an evening show, it will be easier to stay awake until my flight takes off. Stuff to do, company, you know. What a pity that I am not going to Mexico.<\/p>\n

What happened? I had been booked on a red eye flight. I wouldn’t book a red eye flight myself — I just don’t travel well at that time of day. But I didn’t make this reservation, the agency that organized the trip did. I pleaded for an itinerary change, there was nothing available. I was out of luck. I psyched myself up, hell, I’d take a nap upon arrival, maybe sack out early the first day and tackle the rest of the trip refreshed.<\/p>\n

I prepared. I packed. I printed itineraries. And this morning, when I sat down at my desk, I looked at my ticket. Thursday, it said. 1255 it said. Well, all righty. Read that again. Thursday. 1255. AM. Uh oh.<\/p>\n

I called the airlines. “Actually, we can get you out tonight! There’s a nine hour stop in Houston, then you’ll change planes…” I called the trip organizers. “How about nine hours in Houston on a stopover?” the account manager asked. 20 hours in transit, 48 hours in Mexico, another 10 hours in transit back to Seattle, give or take. Plus, no Mezo-American Reef for you, Missy, you’re too late to board the boat! Way to make an awesome impression. What a winner.<\/p>\n

There was no good reason for me to miss this flight. But while I was scrambling to find my ticket, a friend called. I told her what was up and she said, “Yeah, this is why I’m a fan of military time.” Another friend confessed that she has missed a flight recently for similarly embarrassing reasons. “It could happen to ANYONE!” is the dominant response. Yeah, it could, but it happened to me.<\/p>\n

This weekend, I believe I will go down to the market that has the weird mix of Mexican and Asian ingredients and get what I need to whip up a batch of mole. I will go to that Mexican joint I love and order a pile of tamales. I will read the huge stack of Mexican literature I have piled up. Maybe I’ll rent Like Water for Chocolate. I’ll turn up the heat, set out a sand box, and load my iPod with surf sounds while flipping through a book of pictures of tropical fish. I’ll buy a fifth of tequila, make a pitcher of margaritas, and it will be just like I’m there.<\/p>\n

Ay yi yi. Me sent \u00ad como una tonta. I feel like such a fool.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It looks, in my house, as though someone is going off traveling. My suitcase is packed and sitting on my bed. My day pack is loaded with airplane items, there’s even a dose of surreptitiously acquired Ambien in my wallet for the red eye. I have a huge stack of books from the library about … <\/p>\n


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