Yall are lucky tonight because I shouldn't be blogging. I should be in school. I should be in Milan.
But I'm not. I'm still in Paris. On Yulia's Kitchen Floor.
Why? Well. Because I'm an idiot.
After a beautiful week of shopping,
Met this one on chatroulette.
I thought I was ready to get back to Milan.
So: Packed before midnight, in bed before 2, up at 6:45. Showered, Dressed, Ready. Say goodbye to Yulia, get to the bus on time, and have my Fresh copy of French Vogue ready for the flight ahead.
I make it to the airport with a comfortable 2 hours before my flight, giving me enough time to check-in, go through security, (love the body searches), find my gate and still have time for coffee before boarding.
But when I look at the monitors to see where I check in, I notice something strange; my flight number doesn't seem to be there! "Huh," I think. "Those silly French must have made a mistake." *rolls eyes*
I decide to tell the nearest (cutest) Airline Employee of their errors & hope I can get some kind of discount for my trouble.
He looks at my ticket, looks at me, looks at my ticket...
"Yes?" *bats eyelashes*
"You're in the wrong airport."
Turns out I'm a "40-minute-taxi-ride" away from the airport I should be at (who knew France had more than one?!) and I have ~50 minutes before check-in closes!
I run out to where the taxis are and grab the nearest (cutest) driver. Tell him of my situation & beg him to drive as fast as possible, "whatever the cost."
"I will make it. I have to! I didn't go out last night because of this stupid flight!"
The ride takes ~ 55 minutes, and, "Whatever the cost" means a whopping 90 euros. (Imagine the shoes I could have bought).
(my nails don't look like that)
I run into the airport, afraid to check the time and see that I literally missed check-in by TEN minutes. (Ten extra minutes I spent applying my eyeliner this morning).
I beg and plead with the woman at the counter; I cry; I tell her how I will miss class; I tell her how I will miss work; I tell her about the amazing party I missed last night so I could wake up in time for this.
"PLEASE, LADY, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! THERE WERE SO MANY CUTE BOYS IN LINE AND WE LITERALLY WENT RIGHT PAST THEM!"
Have to buy another ticket. No more flights available today. Woke up for no reason. Damnit!
When I get back to Yulia's apartment I see that, while I was gone, she had written me this on Facebook:
Be careful what you wish for.