Well, I’m not where I wanted to be right now.
I’m in Paris instead.
In a room whose rack rate is 450€ per night, but the tab (at whatever rate they’re actually paying) is being picked up by my friends at Air France. After my first flight had a mechanical problem, the second flight was delayed due to slot restrictions in Paris. I went from having a very short 50 minute connection to a negative 45 minute connection, all from the comfort of seat 7A on an ERJ 145. I even had a decent seat to watch the plane get deiced!
Quite cozy, if you ask me.
Of course, I was an idiot about something, and I knew it seconds after doing it. I guided the guy who was sitting behind me on the first flight (when he told somebody the flight was cancelled for “security” reasons, I corrected him and said “mechanical” or “technical” was a far better explanation (the plane was broken) in the post 9/11 world) to the transfer desk at Paris/CDG where I was rebooked in a matter of three minutes and given a voucher to this swanky hotel.
He had bigger problems and I didn’t wait, and he didn’t get assigned to the same hotel (as far as I know). Headed to Washington, he had checked his luggage and was probably asking about it—I had, wisely, not checked my luggage and am now able to select from fresh underwear and shirts for tomorrow’s ride.
That said I should have waited. He was tall (seriously tall, like 6’ 6” or so), cute with spiked hair (He had to lean over in the jet, so I could see it quite well), and intelligent (law student).
Ugh. I am an idiot.
I didn’t get his name.
Ugh. I am such a dork.
Anyhow, I am now schedule to fly to New York City tomorrow morning, bright and early, getting there before noon (but probably not through immigration and customs until well after noon).
On the random chance that Mr. Tall Leipzig Law Student ever finds this, please contact me. Du bist geil.
I have missed so many Air France connections at that airport it’s beyond ridiculous.
You didn’t happen to give him your blog address?
You get all the luck. Nice hotels … cute boys … Me, when I have air troubles, I get a big “FU” from NWA and extra FFM for my troubles. Blah.
Hrm…that sounds like a pretty swank hotel. Sounds like a very pretty boy. What will your husband think?!?!
Safe travels!
PS YAY FOR CLEAN MAN PANITES!!
I guess it’s a good thing I’m flying through Amsterdam in May.
The carrier I have these troubles with is United. They can never seem to get *anything* right.
you might check out the problems this guy had:
http://consumerist.com/consumer/united-airlines/filthy-united-airlines-disgusting-garbage+filled-airplane-is-not-cleaned-before-next-flight-departs-246359.php
(i think it was united)
Trust me, Paris was not really romantic. I arrived at my hotel, ate dinner, and went to bed. My alarm went off at 5am. All I saw was the hotel and the Concord on a pole.
Sadly I gave no information whatsoever to the young man about who I was, other than the fact that I was on my to New York City. I will probably never hear from him again 🙁
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