Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Sir Richard Branson Owes Me

The Goat and I flew into Dulles Airport from Dubai last Thursday night for our wedding weekend. After giving up hope that I would ever marry (being solidly middle aged), 26 of our dearest friends and family came from all over (London, Calgary, North Carolina, California, Connecticut, Florida, Michigan, Boston) to enjoy a social, sightseeing weekend in Washington DC and a lovely wedding. The weekend was brilliant, and everyone had a marvelous time. Except the bride.

Nerves? No. He's the man for me, and my mother had done a beautiful job planning the weekend, with my sister in law and an old family friend bending over backwards to help her make sure that everything was perfect. And it was. People who had nothing in common except the two of us came together and became instant friends. The Morrison House was beautiful, and the food and drink superb. Even the Goat's young nephews were angelic and fun to be with, jetlagged and overwhelmed as they were. Perfect. Except that we arrived on Thursday, got married on Sunday, and it is now Tuesday and no one has any idea where our luggage is.

I spent my wedding weekend frantically trying to get some truth, and my bags, out of Virgin Atlantic Airline instead of tending to my guests. At least I had had the foresight to pack my dress and jewellery and his dinner jacket in our carry-ons, but cabin bag size and content limitations are such that, other than the computer and camera, nothing else would fit. So I haunted the airport (because the airline's phone number left us on hold indefinitely) while the poor Goat and my 72 year old father entertained everyone. Saturday afternoon I was told that a message had come from London that our bags were on the flight that would arrive at 2055, so I relaxed a bit and finally got to spend some quality time with my guests at a huge pre-wedding BBQ my brother and his wife were throwing at their house. I even started to enjoy myself. After all, even though three flights had come from Heathrow between mine and this one, my luggage was still going to be there in time for the wedding and I could still give everyone the gifts I'd brought them from my overseas travels -- you know, the Persian rug I'd bought for my brother's wedding present (missed that event last year), the Indonesian batik for my sister in law, the Thai and Chinese silks I'd bought for various people on the Big Trip, the t-shits and tschotkes I'd picked up for the kids in my travels. These would be there along with everything else, and we would not have to get married in Alexandria's finest hotel barefoot in four-day old shorts and whiffy t-shirts. More fool me.

When I arrived at the airport Saturday night to get my bags (I was not trusting to having them delivered), I was told that they were NOT on the flight after all, and then had to spend the morning of my wedding day (and several hundred dollars) chasing around the shops buying shirt studs, shoes, underwear, a full face of makeup (no liquids in carry on!). place cards, etc etc instead of spending the morning of my wedding day having a massage and mani/pedicure with my girlfriends.

Sir Richard Branson and his bloody airline have a lot to answer for.


Blogger Grumpy Goat said...

No shirt
No shoes
No service

Apparently Virgin Atlantic's new strapline.

4:12 PM  
Blogger J. Edward Tremlett said...

you forgot to mention your friends from lansing, silly ;)

8:52 AM  
Blogger Chris said...

You are writing a number of irate letters, yes? Have you gotten ahold of anyone who has any idea where the bag actually is?

And you have to tell us how it sorts out in the end!

The wedding was wonderful and I'm so glad we came!

8:38 PM  
Blogger D said...

Congrats on the wedding :)
Sorry abt the luggage :( That sounds horrendous... :(

3:53 PM  
Blogger nzm said...

Ugh - what a nightmare.

Still, something to remember your wedding by, huh?

5:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just wait until you tell the rest of the story. TM

7:16 AM  
Blogger Keefieboy said...

But, you did it! Congratulations Mrs Goat.

8:39 PM  
Blogger MamaDuck said...

07.11.07 TBTB? Hope it's fun all the way! Just caught up on GG. When's Paris? Miss you.

3:39 AM  
Blogger Bridget Jones said...

Belated congrats on the wedding! Why you call your beau The Goat?? Is he 'Grumpy Goat' who left a message here?

Just discovered your blog and like what I'm reading so far. Solidly middle-aged and got married huh? There's hope yet for Bridget then ;)

Happy New Year!

11:32 PM  
Blogger Mars said...

congrats on the wedding..and hope you got your luggage soon :)

1:27 AM  

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