Travel Fail.

I told Mom at Christmas time that I was pretty sure my travel luck was going to run out soon. I had such great luck at Thanksgiving and Christmas getting everywhere on time (or early!) that I was pretty sure I was about to run out of luck.

If only I knew then what I know now.

Rachel dropped me off at 1:40 at the Metro by our school. At 1:47, the Metro pulled away. Exactly 30 minutes later at 2:17, I was already in Reagan National Airport, through security and approaching my gate. As I walked through the terminal, I heard one girl rudely say to another, “I don’t like that stuff. Too matchy- matchy.” I looked up. She was pointing at my luggage.

I should add that this is the inaugural trip of this luggage. And I LOVE this stuff. She doesn’t even now how matchy it really is. I have five more bags inside that match too. And I LIKE that it matches.

I continued on to the gate. Boarded my flight bound for Chicago. Pulled away from the gate at 3:05. I promptly fell asleep because I can’t handle the rumbling. Puts me to sleep like baby Finn. At 3:45 I woke up and realized we were still on the plane. And still on the ground. Took us back to the gate and told us to get off. “Should only be 30 minutes,” they said.

I surveyed my options. Dunkin’ Donuts was out of all the good flavors (plus I promised Rach I wouldn’t eat any donuts). Settled for a Luna Bar and Diet Coke. Boarded my flight again for Chicago at 4:30.

Backed away from the gate. Stop. Not good. Pulled back into the gate. The pilot thought it was still broken. Deplane again.

6:30 has come and gone. I’m confirmed on the flight at 8 pm, but hoping to get out earlier because I really want to get to Chicago. I really want to see my friends and go to dinner with them and not have to ride the El in the frigid weather by myself. And I’m really tired of this airport.

But for now, me and my luggage are sitting here waiting. And matching.