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This morning, H and I met with a potential DJ. Seems very interested in the job, very enthusiastic, very cheap- we'd have to coach him on what goes on in a traditional Jewish wedding: he's done tons of Christian/American ones, none of the classic Jewish mode. (And I realized, in talking to him, I haven't been to a non-Jewish wedding since I was about 11 or 12- when my youngest uncle got married, and I remember almost none of that.)
We finished off the morning by finishing H's packing to head back to CA.
Then it was off to the train on the early side, since delays were predicted for the subway, once we were in the city. Of course, that meant that the train was perfectly on time, although quite crowded. So we got some lunch at the train station, and picked up a dinner for H at the same time (So very nice, having a kosher restaurant in Grance Central), then headed out to the airport on the early side, so as not to worry about those delays too much. So, once again, everything ran more than smoothly, except that the airtrain wasn't running when we got there. In a way that might have been better for H- a free bus instead of a $5 airtrain ticket... I left him there, and headed to the apartment of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cynara_linnaea for dinner in place of our usual Tuesday lunch date (something we did all semester, which I'm going to miss).
Shortly before I was going to head out for the train back to CT, I got a phone call from H, telling me his flight had been cancelled, and did I have a place for him to stay. As it turned out, for once I didn't, but he asked me to stick around NYC until he figured things out, thinking that if he had to be here, maybe I'd come stay with him if possible... We had a series of phone calls, figuring things out, and he'd just about set up a plan, staying with a cousin, or maybe the cousin's girlfriend, it was a little unclear, when in the weirdest move in airplane history- they reinstated his (cancelled) flight. Last he told me, they were now scheduled to leave at 9:15. Having just checked online, the plane actually took off less than an hour ago. What a mess.
So I'm home, and he's on his way home, and my sister, who's been waiting for her car to be repaired, has it back and will be on her way home tomorrow. Normal life of some sort is on its way to resuming- and I miss H. However, we had a lovely and also productive vacation, and tomorrow I'll get my ticket to go out to CA, and that should be in only about 3 weeks. (Ok, 3 weeks to do major wedding planning stuff, and have a vacation, and work on what I'm doing in CA. I can do this.) Next time I'm in the airport, it'll probably be because I'm heading out to be with him. I can do this.
We finished off the morning by finishing H's packing to head back to CA.
Then it was off to the train on the early side, since delays were predicted for the subway, once we were in the city. Of course, that meant that the train was perfectly on time, although quite crowded. So we got some lunch at the train station, and picked up a dinner for H at the same time (So very nice, having a kosher restaurant in Grance Central), then headed out to the airport on the early side, so as not to worry about those delays too much. So, once again, everything ran more than smoothly, except that the airtrain wasn't running when we got there. In a way that might have been better for H- a free bus instead of a $5 airtrain ticket... I left him there, and headed to the apartment of
cynara_linnaea for dinner in place of our usual Tuesday lunch date (something we did all semester, which I'm going to miss). Shortly before I was going to head out for the train back to CT, I got a phone call from H, telling me his flight had been cancelled, and did I have a place for him to stay. As it turned out, for once I didn't, but he asked me to stick around NYC until he figured things out, thinking that if he had to be here, maybe I'd come stay with him if possible... We had a series of phone calls, figuring things out, and he'd just about set up a plan, staying with a cousin, or maybe the cousin's girlfriend, it was a little unclear, when in the weirdest move in airplane history- they reinstated his (cancelled) flight. Last he told me, they were now scheduled to leave at 9:15. Having just checked online, the plane actually took off less than an hour ago. What a mess.
So I'm home, and he's on his way home, and my sister, who's been waiting for her car to be repaired, has it back and will be on her way home tomorrow. Normal life of some sort is on its way to resuming- and I miss H. However, we had a lovely and also productive vacation, and tomorrow I'll get my ticket to go out to CA, and that should be in only about 3 weeks. (Ok, 3 weeks to do major wedding planning stuff, and have a vacation, and work on what I'm doing in CA. I can do this.) Next time I'm in the airport, it'll probably be because I'm heading out to be with him. I can do this.