Last week, I took a quick work trip to New York. What’s usually a seamless direct flight back to SF turned into a 14 hour saga. This never happens to me. Ever. Long story short is that we boarded a plane, taxied for 45 minutes, had to return to the gate due to a plane malfunction, deboarded, and then waited to acquire a new plane to re-board [no joke].
But the story I wish to tell you is neither of the annoying experience of boarding, de-boarding, and re-boarding nor the lame 10 dollar meal voucher Jetblue offered [not redeemable for any alcoholic beverages, might I add], rather it’s of the fabulous two women who were quite literally right by my side in row 10-seats 10D and 10E- the entire time.
Emily and Nikki were my partners in crime-
Emily is a singer songwriter. I already knew she was a sweetheart when she offered me some food before any of this drama went down. I also loved her bright coral structured jacket [I suspect it’s from J.Crew] and the fact that she was reading the New York Times in print [call me old school, but I’m a sucker for a hard copy of anything].
Nikki works at Showtime and spends her time traveling across the country to produce shows for boxing [how badass is that?]. I already knew I’d like Nikki when she offered Emily and I a free round of drinks once we finally boarded our final plane.
While I was simply returning home to SF, Emily was coming to visit her college best friend’s newborn baby, and Nikki was flying cross country for her grandma’s 70th birthday. Call me emotional [it wouldn’t be a first], but I loved that they were taking trips to visit their loved ones. I allowed myself to get lost in this idea that everyone has a family member, a best friend, a spouse perhaps, or maybe even kids that they are intrinsically tied to and would go great lengths to support.
We were all on Flight 415, all seemingly heading to the same destination city, but we also were all going somewhere different-for different reasons, to see different people. And something about that feels magical to me. Like we’re all at the center of someone else’s world. What’s crazier? There were about 120 other passengers on that flight with their own people to visit and occasions to celebrate - their own stories.
While no 5 hour delay in my travels would have been nice, I’m so delighted that I crossed paths with Emily and Nikki. I hope our paths cross again someday- perhaps Nikki and I can go catch a live show of Emily’s sometime. I’d love that. I really would.