I am flying outta here at 6:51 p.m. (+/- two hours probably, as has been my experience with flight delays) tomorrow. Tomorrow, that is, instead of Friday. For some reason I had been thinking that I was leaving Friday, and acted, planned, and talked to people under said assumption, until a couple of days ago, I emailed another girl that’s going on the trip about carpooling to the airport. Not long after that, I received a frantic reply: “you know WE’RE LEAVING THURSDAY, NOT FRIDAY, RIGHT? Ho ho, why, of course I did! La la la, I am not ridiculous at all.
I guess I have a bad tendency to confuse dates for important events. I’ve missed two final exams because I thought they were on the wrong dates. I even wrote them down in my planner wrong, so my brain must have some weird version of dyslexia except for dates instead of letters. Luckily both courses were really easy and the professors are super cool, so I was able to make up both tests and get A’s 
The silly thing this time is the fact that the e-ticket had been sitting in my printer tray for the past week and I hadn’t bothered to look at it. I’m pretty lucky I’m surrounded by people who actually have something between their ears. Yeesh.
Anyway, I am not in danger (as far as I know). I have packed and am basically ready to go, except for the stuff that I can’t pack yet, like toiletries. I’m contemplating bringing laundry detergent with me, except I couldn’t find one of those little travel sized boxes so I was going to put some in a plastic bag. Except, since it’s the powder kind, I wonder if a mysterious white powdery substance in a plastic bag won’t set off alarms while they’re scanning my bag. I won’t put it in my carry-on, but the less any of my bags are searched, the better, I figure. I’m paranoid about thieving baggage-handlers (owing to my mom, I guess), so I’d bring everything carry-on, except that with the amount of space they allow for carry-ons now, I can barely fit a sack lunch. It wouldn’t be a good sack lunch either, only a PBJ and a bag of Sun Chips. No Lunchables or anything.
This’ll probably be my last post in Kansas for awhile. So long Toto and Fred Phelps, hello Big Ben and smog! (That is, if I actually make it to the airport on time. Christ.)
hannah said,
June 8, 2005 at 8:35 pm
I have the same problem with dates. My brain is built for words, not time. At least that’s how I justify it to myself.
chiaroscuro said,
June 8, 2005 at 9:07 pm
Bon voyage, and have fun!
seadragon said,
June 8, 2005 at 10:31 pm
I’ve done the same thing and fortunately a friend of mine did the same thng for me, sending me a panicked email asking if I realized we were leaving tomorrow and not in two days!
Worse was probably the time I jumped in a cab from midtown Manhattan and told the driver to go to LaGuardia airport in Queens. On the way, it slowly came to my consciousness that I was actually flying out of JFK (also in Queens, but at least half an hour away)! I have no idea how I made that flight.
And then on the way home, I actually left the house to get the shuttle to the airport, and it wasn’t until I was sitting on the bus that I realized I didn’t have my paper ticket (back when they were actually necessary).
Seriously, I don’t know what the problem is. Maybe I’m just to excited about traveling to remember details like dates, locations, and airline tickets.
Anyway, good luck. Hope you make it to the correct airport on the correct day!!