What To Do When Your Plane Catches Fire

So it's the big day...finally! I wake up and Scotter is ready to weigh the luggage...which Morgan packed immaculately for me, thanks bud...only 52 pounds! We play the weighing game, then its time to check-in for my flight. After figuring out that my name isn't Haley Marsh anymore, but Haleyamelia Marsh, we successfully check-in. However, after further investigation we discover my flight is CANCELLED! What a tragedy. So we get on the phone with the Virgin Atlantic people and we have to listen to the British Lady Recording tell me how sustainable their airline is...whatever sister just get me to a representative. After listening to British Lady Recording for 800 hours we finally get to someone in India tell us that our flight caught fire and had to be diverted to Dublin, and would arrive in Chicago tomorrow late afternoon.

(This is the part where Cait and Jill start freaking out.) "Oh no Haley/Erin, you are not getting on a firery plane!" Scott gets into "next step" mode. Apparently Virgin Atlantic doesn't want to put us on a different flight until tomorrow unless its an "emergency." So naturally, Erin starts thinking of potential "emergencies." We could pretend we're pregnant, or maybe that we are estranged sisters and our mother is dying in London...Eventually we just decide to pack up, head to Chicago, and wing it (haha planes have wings get it?) So on the way we finally book another flight for 9:05 pm from Chicago to London. Fabulous.

Which brings me to my present situation. Currently I am sitting on a stool in O'Hare International airport with my computer plugged into the wall of a tiny desk area. Kind of like when you go to the stacks and the desks have walls on both sides so you can't peek at your neighbor. Erin's a couple of mini desks down, probably watching one of the thousand TV shows she keeps up to date with every week. It's 5:10 Chicago time which means I have about 3 1/2 hrs until I get on my plane and peace out of the US.

Interesting airport incidents:

• Bought a sweatshirt. This is interesting because before I left I put my red and black check zip up in my bag claiming I would be too hot with the jacket and the coat. Turns out airports are kind of drafty and the wool coat probably isn't the best pillow. Love you Scott and Jill this sweatshirt is gonna last me forever. It is definitely a good investment. I was almost worried I wouldn't have enough sweatshirts to keep me warm when lounging around my housing unit.
• I witnessed an Orthadox Jewish praying ritual. Fortunately I was on the phone with a Jew at the time and he explained to me what was going on. Before the explanation I was a little confused why the unidentified sir was putting a blanket over his head and wrapping his arm with a leather band. The mini culture shock was a sign of foreign rituals to come.
• The guy next to my mini desk unit is farting and it is making this blogging situation quite uncomfortable.
• I've never been at an airport so long that I've been able to catch both lunch and dinner, so that's obviously exciting.

Well I'm clearly running out of things to talk about in this blog and just trying to waste time at this point. But I love you all very much and I promise my posts will get more exciting! :)

Miss you already.