I had a fabulous time in Disney World last week, but I knew the trip wasn’t off to a great start when the plane was delayed at JFK. My boyfriend and I were supposed to leave at 8PM on Thursday, but that time kept on getting pushed farther and father back, until we were both pretty drunk after more than a bottle of wine at the SOHO Bistro or some shit in the B Terminal.
At about 11:30, we finally boarded the plane, but because it was so late and the crew was changing shifts, it took them forever to get our bags on board. Then, the pilots dicked around on the tarmac for about three hours, driving all over the place, occasionally speeding up to give us all the impression that we were about to take off only to slow down to almost a halt, which would reassure us we were never getting off the airplane alive.
