Everything back in K-Town...Almost

After having a wonderful vacation in Vancouver, Donna and I arrived back in Kingston. A week ago today. Our last few days in Vancouver were hectic, but really good. On Sunday, Dec.30 we went out for lunch with Erica and Pierre and Audrey. Erica and Pierre wanted us to see the new house they bought. I guess that as soon as you get married, you need to buy a house. Then it is all encompassing and you have to show everyone your new purchase. I get it. Showing-off is important. I couldn't believe what they spent... a small fortune. Their house is beautiful though. And they seem very happy, which is the most important part.

We spent a quite New Years between my Parent's place, and Joe and Maggie's. They were dog sitting Dweezle (a little white angry puff-ball) and Donna wanted to see it. We had New Years Dinner at my parent's house which was nice. A big ham dinner, which most people thoroughly enjoyed, but I am not a huge ham fan. I prefer it in sandwiches and quiche, rather than a big slab of it for dinner. My Aunt, Uncle and cousin Sara came down for dinner as well, as everyone had a good time.

We took my brother to the airport early the next morning, but I got a White Spot breakfast out of the deal, so it wasn't too bad. The next few days seem to fly by, and I couldn't believe I was leaving Saturday. On Saturday it was nice that we got a last minute On-Lok wonton stop with my parents, Joe and Maggie, and John. It was Joe and John's birthdays just a few days apart, so we got to celebrate last minute.

Got to the airport OK, and actually was surprised that one of the Queen's kids I coach was also taking the same flight as me. I missed Donna by about 20 minutes, as her plane was leaving the same time as mine was taking off. My flight was delayed, which was the start of a very bad set of circumstances. The flight itself was nice, we each had our own TV, but what was really nice was that I managed to sleep about 3 hours. I got to say a quick hello to Donna at the Toronto Airport between layovers, and then I landed in Kingston.

My luggage however was nowhere to be seen. Then this "women" and I use that term loosely. Angry wild beast-person might be more accurate. She had good cause, because I assume that what happened to me happened to other people as well. My luggage did not arrive. I assumed that it was coming on the next flight because of my delayed flight and the shortened layover was not enough time to get my baggage from the Vancouver flight to the Kingston flight. This happened to a lot of people, both from the Vancouver flight and other places as well.

Donna was on the flight right after mine (crazy huh, she left Vancouver before me, and arrived after me). Her luggage arrived safe and sound, mine however did not. And so the story begins. I give them my information. They say it usually arrives within 24 hours and they will call me.

Monday, 24-hours later, I call them. I get a nice man in India, where their call-centre is. He tells me that both of my bags have been found, and that they are in Kelowna. That's right, Kelowna. I call back the next day, to check on the progress of my bags, and I get another nice man in India, and he tells me that only 1 of my bags has been found and that they are not sure where it is. Great, at least we have progress. That night my Mom calls and says what a nightmare the luggage situation is and then 1000's of people did not get their luggage. In fact, piles of bags are just sitting at airports, pretty much unsupervised. Good I says to myself, now my bags are going to be stolen and sold at some trailer park to a guy with a rum and coke in his hand (watch TBP, you'll get it).

Finally Wednesday I get a call. My luggage has arrived, both pieces. I tell them to not deliver it, that way they can't lose it between he airport and my house. Everything was fine. It all got here, and everything was intact.

The moral of the story is, pack nothing important, except a GPS device.