I had to travel up to Portland, Maine for work this week. A 4 hour meeting ending up keeping me there for 2 nights. Here’s the short version of my little trip to Portland:
- 6:30PM Tuesday: Got to the airport and they immediately cancelled my flight.
- 7:30PM: We (my boss and I) decided to take a flight to Boston instead and drive to Portland
- 11:00 PM: Arrive in Boston and pickup rental car. A mini van. Beggars can’t be choosers
- 1:30 AM: Arrive in Portland. Check-in to hotel. Go up to rooms. My key doesn’t work. Boss’ key works, but the safety latch is on so it only opens a few inches. A guy screams and we hear panicked footsteps
- 1:45 AM: Back to the front desk. After some investigation she apologizes for giving us the wrong rooms.
- 7 AM: Alarm goes off. Get ready, go to meeting.
- 4 PM: Leave meeting. It went really well
- 4:30 PM: Return rental car. Realize we forgot to fill the tank. Pay $5.70/gallon to fill it with the rental company
- 4:45 PM: Enter the terminal to see they’ve cancelled this flight too. Switch to a US Air Flight going into LaGuardia. We’ll then have to take a bus shuttle to Newark because that’s where our cars are.
- 5:00 – 7:00 PM: Hang out at the only bar in the airport. Have a few drinks and some dinner.
- 7:15 PM: Informed by airport security that since we switched airlines we were automatically flagged as needing the advanced screening. Watch as security people take out all my unmentionables with my boss standing right there. Try to remind myself that at least there were no tampons. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, they did NOT confiscate my Addi Turbos.
- 7:45 PM: Proceed to gate for check in. No one is at gate. An employee comes out of the jetway. We tell her we’re on that flight. She says it’s gone. We say no, it’s right there (pointing at the plane). Lady, you can’t hide a plane. No, it’s gone. She was very rude as well. I’ve heard they can ask the pilot if they’ll open the doors but she wouldn’t.
- 8 PM: Go down to Delta and get on their flight to La Guardia. After he tickets us he informs us it’s late and he’s not sure if/when it will get in. Decide it’s not worth the risk and get on the Continental flight for tomorrow morning.
- 8:15 PM: Call around and finally find a room. Seriously, Portland was booked up. We’re at the
bar-free ammenity-freespartan Comfort Inn.
- 8:30 PM: Walk down to the Pizzeria Uno for drinks. While inside it starts to rain. Really hard. Wait out the storm and walk back. Jeans are soaked to my knees. Flip flops (the only shoes other than my dress shoes) are squishy they’re so wet, and my feet are icicles. Go to sleep with my favorite mohair socks. Ahhhh.
- 4:15 AM: Alarm goes off. Shower, get ready, and take the shuttle back to the airport
- 6:45 AM: Flight takes off on time and arrives early. Drive into work in half the time it would take to get there from home.
Those are just the highlights. But in the end we got the work we went up there for, and I got more knitting time in than I otherwise would have.
|that’s right…a finished yoke…and i like it!|
I’ve had my doubts the whole time I was knitting this up but I just tried it on 10 minutes ago and it fit. Well. Nice taut armholes like I wanted. Nothing gaping. No unsightly bra sightings (even with movement). We have a winner folks!
And those increases I fretted over so much. I love em!
|look how pretty! and that tubular cast on ain’t so shabby, either!|
I know I’m gushing but I can’t help it. I’ve been working on this pattern for 3 weeks now. I’ve knit 3 complete yokes. I’ve knit umpteen increase swatches. I’ve frogged more knitting than I’ve kept.
But all is not lost.
5 plane tickets, 2 flights, 3 hotel rooms, and 1 roadtrip later and I have a yoke. And it is good.