The thing about Coachella is that doesn’t exactly make for a well-rested weekend escape. And on top of that, when you want a return flight from Los Angeles for under $200, you end up taking whatever layover-infested, cross-airline flight that Orbitz.com will spew up for you. Last night/this morning that came in the form of a red eye from Los Angeles, with a 6am layover in Philadelphia. Except when I awoke from my two too many Tylenol PM coma, the girl next to me informed me it was somehow 6:50 and thus I had 23 minutes to make it to my next flight.. which I soon learned was a shuttle bus away. Running through Philadelphia airport at 6:50 in the morning after 4 hours of sleep on pills that make you drowsy for 8 is a horrible, horrible experience. Especially when you didn’t wear a belt and have to hold up your pants – sometimes unsuccessfully – as you run a few hundred feet to the shuttle. I made it, and a 45 minute plane from hell later (which featured the most genuine “I’m going to die” feeling I’ve ever had on a plane). I was certain my bag did not make it (especially after the bitchy flight attendant replied to my question as to whether the bags from LA flight made it on: “well, they should have”), but in a minor miracle, it did.
Now I’m in New York in a seriously zombie-esque state of mind, attempting to regain some semblance of focus.