Worst B-day Pt. 2

O.k. yall,
Sorry I took so long!!
I got your hurry up and write mail :)
I left a cliff hanger because I was waiting on pictures that
would help paint the picture to my story.
ANYWAY-
The person never sent the pictures and the show must go on.
Let me quickly tell you what happened...
Memorial Day (the actual day of my birthday)
was when we were leaving Montgomery.












After getting to the airport 2 1/2 hours early
and seeing 20 people...
I should have known this was going to be one
of THOSE days but it was my birthday so
I was still optimistic.
THEN we find out that everything has been DELAYED
because of weather-( I KNEW this was NOT good.)
So in typical band fashion we find the airport BAR.
Yes, I know it wasn't noon in Cali or 5 p.m. anywhere on the
east coast but the road knows no time so...
DRINKS FOR EVERYONE!! (free for me...It's my birthday!)

I discover there is free wireless in the airport and we all
whip out our Mac's for what turns out to be a 3 hour tour
of the Montgomery airport bar...















A 3 hour tour...















A 3 hour tour...
















At 7:30 we hear an announcement saying that the
airport is closing (WHAT???) and all passengers who
are waiting on a flight should pass through security
because the TSA is going home. (HUH??)

That announcement was soo wrong in so many ways-
I mean really...
the only thing that separated the terminal from the bar
was a wall and a few stairs. And I'm just wondering HOW
does an airport close when you still have people there??

By now it's 8 o'clock and my optimism is fading...FAST
(so is my buzz). The last place I wanted to get stuck was
the Montgomery, AL airport- with no plane, no bar, no food-
and oh- no TSA security to keep me safe... oh the horror!

















Now I'm getting more than nervous-
hmmm... what is the first thing black folks do
when they run into some trouble?
(No- AFTER you call your mom and realize
she can't help you...)
That's right you call DA LAWD!!
So I called Jesus...(you know he's always on the main line)
and said: Lord, you know I don't want to be stuck here
all night- Please get me out of here.
Just as I said "AMEN" the plane landed!!
Can we say Praise da Lawd?!





















Now here is a Sunday school lesson-
BE SPECIFIC when asking the good Lord
to do something for you. I asked the lord
to "get me out of here" and he did JUST
that... Got me out of Montgomery...
and left me stuck in Houston.
Technically- God did just what I asked
of him- Next time I'll say: Lord please get me HOME!!

So we get to Houston on the last flight in for the night-
found out Continental (which is the WORST airline EVER)
lied to us, rebooked us for a fight back to L.A.
2 DAYS later, had no idea where the luggage was,
offered no hotel accommodations, no food vouchers
just basically overall screwed us. Here we are at the counter
in Houston finding out all of this great news!
















And here I am trying not to be disgusted!















We check into a hotel and at 5:45 in the morning on Tues.
we are back at the airport trying to get home.
They tell us everything is booked-
but we can try a stand by flight at 10:30...
it's 6 am mind you.
At 10:30 they send us to a Northwest flight
and we get on!!!
As we sit on the tar mat for 10... 30... 40 mins...
an hour passes and we hear:
I'm sorry we have been here so long there is
a mechanical problem with the plane and we
are going to have to call Minneapolis to see what
to do. (WHAT?!?!? THE #%&^*@%)
4 hours later the flight canceled. *insert scream here*

It was then- I, Sangindiva-the only woman in the band
and dare I say it?!? the SMARTEST one of the bunch,
had to take action...
I turned on my Sangindiva charm-(I'm famous for it ya know)
and Gemini wit to get home- 'cause this was just dang ridiculous!


I found a friendly desk attendant
and said: I really, really, need to
get home. Is there anyway you can
book me on a flight out of here
somewhere close to California?
It's my birthday...




(even though my birthday was over...
technically... hee hee hee)
And she said: "Well baby...let's see what
we can do for you..."


2 1/2 hours later I was on a plane to ...VEGAS.
Everything to L.A. was full but it was much easier
to get home from Vegas. I mean really I could drive if I had to!
I WOULDN'T... but I could.

Then I thought: ok I am going to get home quick-
a flight from Vegas leaves almost every hour...
HA!! not for me it didn't.

We waited at the Vegas airport 4- yes 4- HOURS...
here I am (with Joey) waiting...
















At a little after 10:30 pm on Tues. I finally landed
at LAX in Los Angeles, CA-
and when I finally got to the valet spot,
where I park...
I had to wait an extra 30 mins because
they didn't know where they parked my car!!
AAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!

Children of the Blog...
when I tell you it was the worst...
BELIEVE ME it really was!





Sangindiva~