Listen, I had the option of taking a non-stop flight from
HOU to LGA.
But looking at the flight
schedule for me and comparing it to Cort’s schedule from SLC – she would’ve
been stuck waiting at the airport for a couple of hours.
So I bit the bullet and decided to fly to LGA
via Dallas/Love Field so that we’d get in within about 30 minutes of each
other.
The flight out of HOU was initially delayed just 15
minutes. No problem, right? Then it was delayed 30 minutes. We finally boarded and the flight attendants
told everyone not to worry, the flight was only 53 minutes. Phew, okay, I knew my connection was tight,
but that would still work. Except then, we sat at the gate for another 15 minutes
because of some “paperwork” issue. When
we finally pushed back the Captain got on the PA and said not to worry, because
the flight was only 48 minutes. WHAT
HAPPENED TO THE OTHER 5 MINUTES?!
Anyhow, I spent the next 48 – 53 minutes worrying about my
connection and hoping it would leave from a gate close by to where we deplaned.
Also, I seriously had to use the bathroom, and was crossing my fingers that I’d
have enough time for a bio-break before boarding. We finally landed and wonders of wonders we landed at Gate 5
and I was scheduled to depart again at Gate 7 AND there was a bathroom between
them.
Quick pit stop, and I headed
toward the Gate 7 where people were lining up. But the board was not for a
flight to LGA. I panicked. I couldn’t see any of the big departure
boards anywhere, so I headed toward the gate agent to see which gate I needed
to run to. I caught the tail end of her
telling someone that the LGA flight was delayed but to stick close to Gate
7.
FOUR HOURS LATER….they were telling us that our plane was
almost ready. So yeah, I had plenty of
time to make that connection, and Cort ended up waiting at LGA until almost
midnight for me to show up. It would
have been faster for everyone if I’d just taken the original non-stop flight. In fact, at one point I was considering
trying to get on a flight back to HOU to catch the non-stop flight. Apparently there was something mechanically wrong with the
original plane and they had to rustle up a replacement for us. At least I came away with a $100 travel
voucher.
The good news (aside from the travel voucher) was that I
chose the correct side of the plane to sit on, so as we descended into LGA I
could see all of NYC lit up outside the window.
I should’ve have definitely taken pictures, but my phone was waay under
the seat.
But trust me it was
spectacular. (I Googled it and someone has posted a
video on YouTube.
We’d decided to take a Lyft to Grand Central Terminal
because navigating a bus/subway/train transfer at midnight didn’t seem like
fun, and there was practically no traffic.
It was an excellent idea. We fairly easily found the Metro North train
going to Tarrytown and jumped on the train just before it departed. A very drunk, Steve – with encouragement from
his wife – hefted our bags up on the overhead shelf and then helped us get them
down again. Thank you drunk Steve and
friends, we appreciate your help.
Once we figured out the train station we ordered another
Lyft to take us to the hotel. After the
driver accepted he called Cort and cancelled saying he wouldn’t make enough
money for it to be worth it. Class act,
that one - definitely no drunk Steve. I think this made Cort a little nervous,
but having been nearly murdered in Budapest in a similar situation, I just
Googled a regular taxi company and we got picked right up.
The hotel concierge (another kind soul) comped us bottles of
water and soda, after hearing our travel tale, and said there was a pizza place
that delivered until 4 am. When we got
to the room, though, the thought of ordering pizza, waiting for delivery,
eating and going to bed seemed like sooo much work. So I pulled out my emergency snacks (ALWAYS
CARRY EMERGENCY SNACKS! You never know when an emergency will happen and snacks
will be necessary), and we granola bar’d dinner.
Seriously, that was one long-ass day.
The rest of the posts about the the trip to NY will be over on
1000 Places to See - a couple of times a week until the story is told.