Monday, June 30, 2003
Long, possibly boring, but does include some catty comments.
Just in case you were interested, here's a recap of the trip over here:
Victor and I got breakfast at Cafe Brazil, then he drove me to the airport. After much crying and lamenting, I went through security. Two of the security workers told me "It will be OK," and one handed me a tissue. I went to the bathroom and realized I looked pretty terrible, like the world had ended or something. Jeez, Mandy, it's only two months.
I flew out of Dallas to Chicago first class. Had a nice shrimp salad with fruit, very yummy. It was pretty bumpy coming into O'Hare. I bought some magazines and sat around the Admiral's Lounge for a while. We were delayed out of Chicago because the flight was oversold. I was sitting in business class, which was pretty nice. I was behind a youngish woman and what I presume was her mother. The younger woman was a heinous, complaining bitch, one of those coddled rich women who think that everything should be handed to them on a plate. She was very upset that the flight was a little late, and she was so unsatisfied with her seats. She was on the first row of business, which means that she didn't have as much legroom as the rest of us, but still at least two or three times what coach had. She was also all "Doesn't anyone take your coat here?" very loudly, then proclaimed "I'm never flying American again." I mean, this was ridiculous. She made constant demands on the flight attendants, stopping them almost every time they came down the aisle. I wanted to smack the hell out of her and toss her Louis Vuitton luggage out the window. Anyway, we made it to London, after a dinner of chicken and some light breakfast. I didn't watch any movies, because the selection was pretty bad, but I did watch a couple of TV shows.
I had a little shopping spree in Heathrow. I had several hours to wait, so I went a little crazy with the shopping. I bought a super cute handbag at Accessorize, some magazines and a Lilt (very yummy drink) at WH Smith, and some CD's and DVD's at HMV. I have an all-region DVD player so I can play UK DVD's. I got Season One of "Game On," which was such a funny show, and Monty Python's The Meaning of Life. I also found Morrissey's Beethoven Was Deaf and a CD by an Irish singer, Damien Rice, that I had been reading about. I also went to Boots and bought some beauty junk.
The flight from London to Mumbai was nice. Of course, I found the cheesiest movie to watch during the flight. It was, I am embarrassed to admit, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. It was pretty bad, but watchable. They also had The Pianist listed in the guide, but for some reason it was never on. That was the movie I really wanted to watch. I did try to see Confessions of a Dangerous Mind but turned it off after about 30 minutes. I didn't care for it at all. I had a lovely salmon dinner. And once again, I am in love with British Airways' Club World, which is their business class. See for yourself.
Flying into Mumbai was pretty bumpy, but we hit the ground on the actual runway, and I began my airport adventure. Mumbai's airport is truly the seventh layer of hell. Hot, full of mosquitos, filthy, and you're never sure who to trust, so you end up lugging all of your bags around yourself. I had to collect my bags, go through customs, catch a bus to the domestic terminal, check in again, sit in the lounge for a little while, and finally go through a dozen screenings before boarding my plane. Uggh. To top it off, they had changed my flight. No longer was it direct to Hyderabad... we were going to stop in Bangalore first. No worries, just another two and a half freaking hours to add to my 30 hour trip!!! Flying out of Mumbai was very scary, as it is monsoon season, and the storm was quite strong. They fed me two breakfasts though, I guess to make up for the extra stop on the trip. I finally made it to Hyderabad, threw myself into the hotel car, and made it to the hotel.
Since then, I've been sleeping a lot and watching movies. My hotel room is great... it's on the club floor, with hardwood floors and a huge bed. Alas, no one to share it with. So now I'm back at work, doing practically nothing (yay!), and needing another nap. Plus I need to finish unpacking.
Thanks for listening, folks. How was your weekend?
Just in case you were interested, here's a recap of the trip over here:
Victor and I got breakfast at Cafe Brazil, then he drove me to the airport. After much crying and lamenting, I went through security. Two of the security workers told me "It will be OK," and one handed me a tissue. I went to the bathroom and realized I looked pretty terrible, like the world had ended or something. Jeez, Mandy, it's only two months.
I flew out of Dallas to Chicago first class. Had a nice shrimp salad with fruit, very yummy. It was pretty bumpy coming into O'Hare. I bought some magazines and sat around the Admiral's Lounge for a while. We were delayed out of Chicago because the flight was oversold. I was sitting in business class, which was pretty nice. I was behind a youngish woman and what I presume was her mother. The younger woman was a heinous, complaining bitch, one of those coddled rich women who think that everything should be handed to them on a plate. She was very upset that the flight was a little late, and she was so unsatisfied with her seats. She was on the first row of business, which means that she didn't have as much legroom as the rest of us, but still at least two or three times what coach had. She was also all "Doesn't anyone take your coat here?" very loudly, then proclaimed "I'm never flying American again." I mean, this was ridiculous. She made constant demands on the flight attendants, stopping them almost every time they came down the aisle. I wanted to smack the hell out of her and toss her Louis Vuitton luggage out the window. Anyway, we made it to London, after a dinner of chicken and some light breakfast. I didn't watch any movies, because the selection was pretty bad, but I did watch a couple of TV shows.
I had a little shopping spree in Heathrow. I had several hours to wait, so I went a little crazy with the shopping. I bought a super cute handbag at Accessorize, some magazines and a Lilt (very yummy drink) at WH Smith, and some CD's and DVD's at HMV. I have an all-region DVD player so I can play UK DVD's. I got Season One of "Game On," which was such a funny show, and Monty Python's The Meaning of Life. I also found Morrissey's Beethoven Was Deaf and a CD by an Irish singer, Damien Rice, that I had been reading about. I also went to Boots and bought some beauty junk.
The flight from London to Mumbai was nice. Of course, I found the cheesiest movie to watch during the flight. It was, I am embarrassed to admit, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. It was pretty bad, but watchable. They also had The Pianist listed in the guide, but for some reason it was never on. That was the movie I really wanted to watch. I did try to see Confessions of a Dangerous Mind but turned it off after about 30 minutes. I didn't care for it at all. I had a lovely salmon dinner. And once again, I am in love with British Airways' Club World, which is their business class. See for yourself.
Flying into Mumbai was pretty bumpy, but we hit the ground on the actual runway, and I began my airport adventure. Mumbai's airport is truly the seventh layer of hell. Hot, full of mosquitos, filthy, and you're never sure who to trust, so you end up lugging all of your bags around yourself. I had to collect my bags, go through customs, catch a bus to the domestic terminal, check in again, sit in the lounge for a little while, and finally go through a dozen screenings before boarding my plane. Uggh. To top it off, they had changed my flight. No longer was it direct to Hyderabad... we were going to stop in Bangalore first. No worries, just another two and a half freaking hours to add to my 30 hour trip!!! Flying out of Mumbai was very scary, as it is monsoon season, and the storm was quite strong. They fed me two breakfasts though, I guess to make up for the extra stop on the trip. I finally made it to Hyderabad, threw myself into the hotel car, and made it to the hotel.
Since then, I've been sleeping a lot and watching movies. My hotel room is great... it's on the club floor, with hardwood floors and a huge bed. Alas, no one to share it with. So now I'm back at work, doing practically nothing (yay!), and needing another nap. Plus I need to finish unpacking.
Thanks for listening, folks. How was your weekend?
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