Can you see where I'm going with this??
Instead of waking at 12:30am to leave at 2:45am for my 5:20am flight--for which I was completely packed and ready--I awoke at 5:00am, and in a state of utter panic, waited for my phone to reboot; which it did, and bright white numbers of 5:00 am glared at me in the dark, to which I moaned, "No...no..no!" In a somnolent daze, I immediately called the airline, and of course, they charged me a change fee and other fees. Now, I fly out at 10:30pm tonight and hope I will be able to collect my luggage in LA and check back in at the domestic terminal for my flight to VA. This means a 24 hour flight, instead of a shorter 19. Also, no night layover in a cozy airport hotel to recoup some sleep. The hotel was understanding and did not charge me a cancellation fee, and I still have window seats for both flights to the US, now a longer one flying to Brisbane, with a 5.5 hr connection instead of the nice, short 1.5 hr in Melbourne. Instead of arriving in VA rested and only vaguely jet-lagged, I get to arrive after over 30 hours of flight time. It sucks because I --quite leterally-- spent days working on flights and hotel so that the trip would be a comfortable int'l flight with a nice 24-hr layover in LA before the next morning flight to VA. UUGGGHHHH. And the nap that I sorely needed after waking in panic at 5:00am --because sleep on a plane is as possible as sleeping on the floor in the corridor of a hospital in China trying to get some help for that fever-- could never happen because I'm too terrified I won't wake up, again!
The upside is I have a car to use, so don't have to spend $120 on Uber/Didi or 3 hours of bus/train/bus/bus riding to get to the airport, although I have to arrive 5.5 hours before my flight so my friend can get her car, since she arrives back to Perth at 5:00pm. Oh, and I'd totally buy a day pass to the fancy new Virgin Australia Airport Lounge, where I could spend those 5.5 hours, but they only allow Day Pass holders in 2 hours prior to the flight, so eff that.
But I'm grateful I'm arriving on the 4th, so I can hopefully (plz pray and send vibes for me) scurry like a crazy person trying to buy the last bottle of hand-sani and a mask across LAX from the international terminal to baggage claim to the domestic terminal to check-in my bags and make it through security and board in time without a total emotional break-down and many more run-on sentences like this one.
Did I say F***********?
Where the hell is the airport bar?