I might be in Gainesville. Either we flew into Gainesville and bused to Jacksonville, or we flew into Jacksonville and bused to Gainesville. It’s kind of sad that I have absolutely no idea. We have tomorrow morning off before we have to tech Act One in the afternoon/evening. We had one dancer miss the flight this morning, which was one of a handful of random/stressful situations that took place getting us all here today.
When we got to the TransAir counter (which, by the way, none of us had heard of before…) we promptly found out that their computers were all down, so the line was moving maybe, at a generous estimate, 10 times slower than at a standstill. We all totally thought we were going to miss our flight, but luckily, since everyone on our flight was in the same boat we ended up making it okay.
For the flight, however, since there were no computers, there were also no boarding passes (instead a creepy handwritten piece of paper) no bag-tracking (instead pink “transfer” tags and again handwritten destinations — very assuring,) and no assigned seats, (instead a mad-dash for not getting a middle seat, and a lots of whiny, whiny bitchy people.)
Thankfully, our bags all got here just fine (shockingly navigating our Atlanta stopover okay.) The only real snafu, in fact, was the fact that at LAX they had taken our creepy-boarding-slips and so once we arrived in Atlanta we had to seek out new boarding passes for our second flight at the last minute when we realized we were without a way to get on board.
Once we landed in Gainesville/Jacksonville we had a two-hour bus ride to Gainesville/Jacksonville where the hotel and the venue at which we are performing are. After we all got to our rooms, we headed out to dinner at a Bistro that is across the street from our hotel. I paid far too much for chicken pesto pasta that was remarkably good – very well made from fresh ingredients – but with the small downside of it having about a pound of salt in it somehow. After about three bites, I had had my sodium fill for the next three days. It really sucked because I literally couldn’t eat it it was so salty – and now I’m uber-dehydrated from both of the flights and my dinner, and I’m starving just over an hour after I “ate”.
What a whiny post. I think I am just in a bad mood from missing home and having gotten no sleep the couple nights before I left. I’m going to stop before my little black rain cloud shorts out my keyboard.
There’s one bright ray in my day: the hotel has free wi-fi. Yippee!! Also – we have three days off after our show, we get to spend them here in Florida…