after 11am today, i will be a doctor.
no big deal.
and ya'll....lemme just tell ya
the universe has been paying me back the past few days for having such an awesome vacation
and it almost ruined graduation for me.
my luggage was lost when i arrived in Chicago wednesday night.
well...not technically "lost"
they knew exactly where it was.
they took it off the plane in Istanbul
(along with 49 other bags)
so they could put more fuel in the plane
since it would have to be flying farther to detour around all the volcanic ash
damn natural distasters.
ruining my day once again.
no worries, they told me in broken English with a thick Turkish accent
(do you have ANY idea how difficult it is to understand English with a Turkish accent?)
"your bag will arrive tomorrow"
well cut to yesterday (which, incidentally, was tomorrow)
i'm driving to the airport to pick up my mom who was flying in for the big day
so i decided to give Turkish Airlines a call
ya know, just to see if there was any progress
in short, no.
the opposite of progress.
they told me my baggage had "not been found"
so i decided to call my mom
to see if she could just shoot on over to the international terminal at O'Hare
and shake some things up over at the Turkish Airlines baggage desk
i knew she had already landed
she had just called me 15 minutes before to tell me so
(and i told her i was stuck in traffic and would be late)
yet, for some reason she didn't answer her phone
and she still didn't answer it the next 20 times i called for the next 45 minutes
*panic attack #2*
in my mind,
my mom was lying in a bathroom stall at O'Hare
stroked out from the aneurysm that i had somehow failed to diagnose
and my baggage was left in some dumpster in Istanbul
and my life as i knew it was over.
cut to the end of the story:
my mom's phone had died.
like, not battery-dead.
and she couldn't remember my phone number.
(it took her calling a few people repeatedly to get my number)
and my baggage was delivered at 1:30am today.
i am now less one bottle of wine
(which broke. awesome. best argument ever for only buying white wine as a souvenir.)
(which i did. the wine was white. thank. god.)
and less one dress
(which mysteriously ripped in this entire debacle. ?)
but i have regained my belongings and the majority of my sanity back.
did i over-react?
but you know what?
i'm a doctor.
it's my job to think of the worst thing that could possibly happen...
and prevent it.
so thank god for found luggage!
and graduation days.
here's hoping mine is fantastic.
(could you do something about the weather, Chicago? 44 degrees in May? really?)
and if you find yourself singing this at any point after today,
you know who to call...