TizzyATX Trip Report - 1st Timer

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Day 1 (Travel)

Not sure I was thinking rationally when I booked a 5:40 a.m. flight. After 3 hours of restless sleep…decided I would have been better off having not gone to sleep at all. Lesson learned. Shower. Coffee. Cigarette. “I’m going to Jamaica…JAMAICA…snap out of it”
Car is already loaded up, HA. That was pretty smart at least ….

My ex is driving me to the airport. We have to stop to pick up a friend that is going with me…lucky ass…basically scored a free trip to Jamaica.

I digress… Originally I booked back in April, to go with a long-time friend. T-minus 21 days, dude tells me that he can’t go. “what you mean you can’t go???” He says he met someone…been dating for a couple months now, and he wouldn’t feel right going to Jamaica with me because it might hurt her feelings. “Are you kidding me right now? F*** her feelings…we’re going to Jamaica!!!” hahahaha, actually I wasn’t laughing. He asks if I could find someone to take his place….Shoooooot….you serious? I asked him if he thought he was going to get his $ back, ahahahaha. He already knew better than that….could have given me more of a heads up though ….no worries, someone’s gonna jump on this! So after a brief freak out, I find a friend with a passport, cancel his flight, and rebook for her. Girlfriend only had to cover the difference in flight, and the fee to renew her passport. Bam. Now I don’t have to go alone (looking back, maybe I should have. Hindsight’s a big B****)

Ok back on track…my friend is ready to go as soon as we get there….at 4:00 AM. Good, cause I don’t want to wait. She drags her boyfriend out of bed to load her luggage in my car, lol, he seemed thrilled…not even being sarcastic, think he was ready to get rid of her for a few days, and now I understand why. Airport in Austin is pretty dead. God I hate flying. Xanax...coffee...cigarette, we get through security quickly. More coffee. I’m no good in the AM but this is just stupid….silver lining… I’ll be in Negril by lunchtime!! I’m wayyyy way way too excited…big water baby here. Been to Hawaii, and the Virgin Islands with my folks when I was a lot younger, but I’ve never been this giddy about a trip… always wanted to go to Jamaica.

Land on time in Atlanta…I’m wide awake now and feeling really great. We get off the plane. Connecting flight leaves in an hour. First order of business is to find one of the smoke rooms…

I almost died in there. No joke…something wrong with the ventilation in there…

Grab a McMuffin and head to our gate. Bunch of people sitting there waiting. Awesome, we have time to eat before we board. There’s a voice over the intercom telling “stand by passengers to go to such and such gate”. All the people get up and leave. Hmmm. Something is very wrong with this. I ask the lady at the desk if they already boarded. She looked at me like I was crazy and appropriately so, because somehow we missed our flight. Well that’s just swell. Sat there eating McDonalds while my plane was taking off. We go to the Delta Customer Service desk and tell them what happened. They put us on Stand by and send us on some crazy stand by adventure. From one gate to another we run…we wait for them to call stand bys…of course they don’t call us. I know nothing about this standby nonsense. I haven’t flown in over 9 years. My feet hurt. I’m tired, yes I’m being a little dramatic…. decide to book the next available flight which isn’t until 8:00 the next morning. Delta gives us a complimentary overnight pack. Included is a bootleg toothbrush, toothpaste, something labeled “deodorant” but looks more like a rock, an oversized t-shirt, and some laundry detergent. Fantastic. After a trip back to the death room, and a bloody mary, I start making changes to our arrangements. Call Tracy to see if Alfred can still pick us up from airport. Yep. Call work to extend my vacation time. Yep. Call the hotel. Yep. Things are looking brighter…and girlfriend looks like she’s asleep? Yep. Guess I’ll take a nap too… should go ahead and get comfortable cause we sure aint going anywhere anytime soon.



After a really lousy nap on the floor at the airport, I break down and opt to get a room. Delta comes through with a $50 room voucher. Ride the shuttle to the hotel, decide it was good to get a room, well worth it.

A night in Atlanta really isn’t so bad…one of my long time friends lives there and works at a bar in Buckhead. Haven’t seen her in a few years so we hop on the Marta and ride down to have dinner and some drinks. Fun place…great food. Brisket quesadillas and Garlic Chicken wings. Had a few rum drinks, then on her break we walked over to another bar. Guess I forgot that whiskey is the devil (mine anyways)…funny how things like that slip your mind when your on vacation.



Was good catching up with my girl but time to go since we have to catch a flight in the morning…and damned if I’m going to miss this one. We get back on the Marta at about midnight. Get in a drunk fight over something really dumb and girlfriend get’s off the tram…it’s definitely nowhere near our stop…meh, whatever, she’s a big girl, she can find her way. Eventually she strolled into the room carrying a pizza. I guess we ate it and crashed. She doesn’t get much better….sucked pretty much the whole trip. More to come.