Finally home...
May. 23rd, 2011 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsWe walked through the park to the tram, and took the tram to the parking lot. The buses weren't there. We waited, in the broiling hot sun, without shade, for 35 minutes. Storm sat in my lap, and then her friend sat in her lap, until I was crushed. I heard various variations of "You're Dad's pretty cool, for a guy who wears a kilt. No, because he wears a kilt."
Eventually, the bus showed up. We arrived at the hotel with eight minutes to spare, and we made it. Well-cued to the crisis, the kids did their best, grabbed their luggage, and loaded back up in record time.
The 40-minute ride to the airport gave me time to write the previous two posts. The legendary LA traffic flowed at speed, without interruption. We arrived with two hours to spare.
Which was fortunate. The check-in of band instruments was a complete clusterfrack, and one girl pushed the "YES" button to the "Are you checking in a weapon?" question, so there was a kerfluffle about getting her cleared.
Mam, the TSA at LAX is competent and comprehensive. The guy who did the ID check for me was El-Al cool about it, asking questions to put me off guard. It was quick and effective, and I had no problems, but still. And another TSA agent asked to see my bag after I boarded the plane. Geez.
The last crisis arose at the gate. One of my girls lost her boarding pass. I spotted it on the ground, on the other side of the belt where the carry-on comes out of the X-ray machine. I flagged a TSA agent and said, "She dropped her pass. Could you see if that pass is hers?" I told him the name that should be on the pass, and he handed it to her. We were closing in on boarding time. Crisis averted, I handed the young lady off to her mother with the tale, and then it was done. I was allowed to get onto the plane.
The flight was uneventful. It was even an undramatic ending. We landed, went to baggage claim, and broke up and went our own ways. I was able to find two of my chaperon group, and thanked them for being great and making my job easy. They looked exhausted. I bet I do too.
Lisakit came and gave Stormy and me a lift home. We were home almost at 11pm. I went straight to bed.
Eventually, the bus showed up. We arrived at the hotel with eight minutes to spare, and we made it. Well-cued to the crisis, the kids did their best, grabbed their luggage, and loaded back up in record time.
The 40-minute ride to the airport gave me time to write the previous two posts. The legendary LA traffic flowed at speed, without interruption. We arrived with two hours to spare.
Which was fortunate. The check-in of band instruments was a complete clusterfrack, and one girl pushed the "YES" button to the "Are you checking in a weapon?" question, so there was a kerfluffle about getting her cleared.
Mam, the TSA at LAX is competent and comprehensive. The guy who did the ID check for me was El-Al cool about it, asking questions to put me off guard. It was quick and effective, and I had no problems, but still. And another TSA agent asked to see my bag after I boarded the plane. Geez.
The last crisis arose at the gate. One of my girls lost her boarding pass. I spotted it on the ground, on the other side of the belt where the carry-on comes out of the X-ray machine. I flagged a TSA agent and said, "She dropped her pass. Could you see if that pass is hers?" I told him the name that should be on the pass, and he handed it to her. We were closing in on boarding time. Crisis averted, I handed the young lady off to her mother with the tale, and then it was done. I was allowed to get onto the plane.
The flight was uneventful. It was even an undramatic ending. We landed, went to baggage claim, and broke up and went our own ways. I was able to find two of my chaperon group, and thanked them for being great and making my job easy. They looked exhausted. I bet I do too.
Lisakit came and gave Stormy and me a lift home. We were home almost at 11pm. I went straight to bed.
