The alarm went off at 5am, and Geoff leaped up to shower and pack. I took my time, got dressed, and realised that we should have checked in for the flight yesterday, and so went downstairs to do that while Geoff got himself organised. It seemed to take ages for an E train to come along at Queens Plaza, but we managed to get to Jamaica and get an Air Train with no problems. We got off at Terminal 8 and got some croissants and tea for breakfast. There were no announcements about our flight, and so I went up to ask. As we were waiting, a sign came up to say it was delayed until 9am (from 8.15). Turned out the captain hadn't come in to work that morning, so they had to commandeer one from La Guardia.
We eventually got on, and the flight was fairly comfortable, despite being a very small plane. We sat at Washington DC for a while (I had a giant piece of chicken and broccoli pizza), and then our flight to Chicago actually boarded early. That flight was fine, although I kept nodding off. We had a short wait at O'Hare, and the flight to Moline was super quick. At Moline, we got our bags, and sat down to wait for Josh to pick us up. We ended up waiting from 3.15 until nearly 7pm. The arrangements went awry somehow. Never mind. It was cool in the airport, though the flies were awful. I ventured outside once, and it was oppressively hot.
The rescue party, consisting of Josh, his wife Crystal, their son Chauncey, and Josh's parents, arrived for the late pick-up. Josh very kindly took Geoff and me to the hotel, pointing out interesting things on the way. The hotel, and the suite, are absolutely stunning. There's a new section of the foyer, in pristine marble, but old style. The main foyer is lavish, with crystal chandeliers, fresh flowers, a piano, and the Bix Bistro. The suite has two enormous flat-screen TVs, an electronic mirror (with built-in TV) in the bathroom, a separate living area, two enormous double beds, a fridge, and incredibly well-stocked minibar.
We unpacked, and went back out for dinner in a place on the corner that Josh recommended. I had nachos and beer. The people there were really cool and nice, and they were playing 80s ad 90s music. We went back to the hotel, and although I tried to read, I was too tired, and so had a shower and went to bed at 10.30. I slept beautifully.
We eventually got on, and the flight was fairly comfortable, despite being a very small plane. We sat at Washington DC for a while (I had a giant piece of chicken and broccoli pizza), and then our flight to Chicago actually boarded early. That flight was fine, although I kept nodding off. We had a short wait at O'Hare, and the flight to Moline was super quick. At Moline, we got our bags, and sat down to wait for Josh to pick us up. We ended up waiting from 3.15 until nearly 7pm. The arrangements went awry somehow. Never mind. It was cool in the airport, though the flies were awful. I ventured outside once, and it was oppressively hot.
The rescue party, consisting of Josh, his wife Crystal, their son Chauncey, and Josh's parents, arrived for the late pick-up. Josh very kindly took Geoff and me to the hotel, pointing out interesting things on the way. The hotel, and the suite, are absolutely stunning. There's a new section of the foyer, in pristine marble, but old style. The main foyer is lavish, with crystal chandeliers, fresh flowers, a piano, and the Bix Bistro. The suite has two enormous flat-screen TVs, an electronic mirror (with built-in TV) in the bathroom, a separate living area, two enormous double beds, a fridge, and incredibly well-stocked minibar.
We unpacked, and went back out for dinner in a place on the corner that Josh recommended. I had nachos and beer. The people there were really cool and nice, and they were playing 80s ad 90s music. We went back to the hotel, and although I tried to read, I was too tired, and so had a shower and went to bed at 10.30. I slept beautifully.
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