Frozen Engine Valve.

Happy New Year! I rang in my new years sleeping. In fact I was in bed by 10:00 and back up by 2:30 a.m. I had been panicking about the weather for the last week, wondering how delayed we were going to be going out of Minneapolis. I guess in some respect we lucked out, the weather turned out just fine. We got to the airport with plenty of time, checked in, went through security and boarded on time. Then the fun part came. We ended up having to deplane because an engine valve was frozen! Lets just say I ended up hanging up on my mother when they announced we were being deplaned. Hello panic! We waited at the gate for another 40 minuets and finally got rushed back on the plane only to have to sit at the gate doing absolutely nothing for another 40 minutes. Finally we pulled away and then once again another delay…we had to be deiced. At this point we were all pretty much beyond panic. Our flight was not a connecting flight but rather two separate flights on two separate airlines. We miss our flight our of Chicago and we are Screwed, Capital S. Anyway finally we get up in the air and arrive at O’Hare at 9:00 on the dot. This gave us an hour and a half to claim our baggage, change terminals (mind you O’hare is gimongous!), re-check baggage, check-in, go through security, and find our gate! Well you see these girls that I’m traveling with are kind of amazing and we pulled it off with time to make a Starbucks stop! At this point we met up with Jen, one of my favorite people in the world! Now it was time for our 14-hour flight. I was immediately antsy and didn’t want to face the fact that I was going to be on a plane for what would be an entire waking day for me usually! Now that we are about an hour away I feel as though it has gone relatively quickly. I managed to get through one book (I would suggest “Letter to my Daughter” by Maya Angelou to anyone!). I watched The Social Network (good movie, makes me wish I could make a change in society that profound), and I slept for about an hour or maybe two hours. At this point who the hell knows, my concept of time is completely jumbled!

P.S. Jen is staying an extra week in Bali. For $50 I could change my flight and go with her for relatively cheap. Since when am I spontaneous? All those in favor…