When we last left off I had finally landed in LA, 24 hours late on route to Australia. I was wondering if I’d ever see my suitcase, but in fact I left out a few details about my suitcase because, well, I’m superstitious and I was still travelling.
At the beginning of the day when I went to the Chicago airport for the 2nd time, the first thing I did was go to the luggage desk and show them my bag tag. They told me my bag was already in LA and I’d see it when I got to LA before boarding the flight to Melbourne. Then as you know, I flew to Reno, spent the day at that airport and got to LA just in time for my Qantas flight. My LA to Melbourne flight was in business class, which honeslty gave me something to look forward to as I was going through hell in the first 36 hours of my trip. So I went to the business class line to grab my boarding pass and also asked them to check on my bag. The agent said he didn’t know why someone would have told me that I’d see my bag in LA. He said if it was checked until Melbourne then I wouldn’t see it until Melbourne. I explained to him that I’m a DJ and I’m going to 4 cities as soon as I land so I really can’t run any risks. He seemed to find that cool.
He called one guy and asked if he knew the status of my bag. The guy didn’t even know where my bag was. Great. He radioed someone in the luggage room and asked if they had seen my bag. The guy said no. But then Mr Luggage radioed back a minute later and said they found it. My man went down to the luggage room and brought my bag back to me and re-tagged it in front of my eyes. Yes, this is preferential treatment. And it felt good! I dropped it off at the x-ray and made my way to the gate. We were barely an hour from departure time. At the gate I ran into Wajeed and the Platinum Pied Pipers, who were on the same flight. Apparently Paris Hilton was on my flight too but I didn’t see her.
The flight itself was awesome. I repeat, I actually enjoyed a 15 hour flight. That business class makes a world of difference. I know because I’ve done that same flight damn near 10 times in coach. Here, my seat looked like a cocoon and it could recline completely to a horizontal bed position. I slept a good 6 or 7 hours after all that hoopla. Then I set up my little work station. I wish I had pictures of this. There were 2 empty seats/cocoons next to me, and each seat has a power outlet. So I had 2 laptops plugged and running at all times, installing plug-ins on the new joint and working on the old one simultaneously. And all the while my blackberry was charging at the 3rd seat. I didn’t even watch a movie, I just worked on music, slept, ate and enjoyed the complimentary amenities kit. Still, when I landed in Melbourne I was worried about my suitcase. Sure this was a direct flight and I had just seen it but it seemed like I was a living, breathing allegory for Murphy’s law at that point. And I was right. My bag didn’t make it on the flight.
The amount of mishaps that happened in the last couple of days seems hard to believe. But my perspective is, bad stuff can happen to anyone, what’s important is knowing how to react. When you travel as much as I do, it becomes a question of statistics and probabilities: your flights will get cancelled on important days. Your bags will get lost. It’s inevitable. It sucks, but it’s also not the hugest deal. I went to the Perks And Mini store in Melbourne and got some clothes. I went to a pharmacy and got some contact lens solution and a few essentials. My irreplaceable stuff was on me in my backpack. Let’s hope the cosmic ballet resumes soon and I get my stuff back. In the meantime, I’ve got some gigs to play.