The Anniversary Trip (part one--DRAMA)

Steve's and my 6th anniversary trip got off to a rocky start. He was getting over a cold. I was getting over some deadlines. Then just as we were an hour away from heading to the airport, I got an automated call from Delta Airlines saying out flight is delayed by an hour.

Okay, that sucks, but it's not the end of the world.

But just to be safe, I went to the Delta website to confirm the info. I was stunned to find the airline had moved Steve's seat.

No, I don't know why. When Steve called them, they couldn't explain why. Nor could they change it.

I hate customer service people. They do that fake smiley thing with their voice and say, "Yeeeaaaahhhh, that's really strange. Sorry." But they don't correct the problem. They "can't." They had no problem switching Steve's seat, but for some reason now it's absolutely impossible for them to do anything about it whatsoever. But they are sorry.

At this point, Rick punch the kitchen counter which resulted in a very sore right hand for the next three days.

We got to the airport early and showed the counter person our itineraries where our seats were selected as being next to one another. When she saw that they'd been changed she said it made absolutely no sense in the world. She was just about to say we had to go to the gate to change it when I threw down the gauntlet...

"This is our 6th anniversary," I said. "We booked first class tickets so we could enjoy ourselves together and now we can't because of this." Yes, I probably sounded like I was going to cry. I was actually preparing to ask if we were broken up-- even though reservations were booked at the same time-- because we were two men with different last names and did this mean Delta put straight relationships before same-sex ones.

But I didn't. I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere. The anniversary story did work, and Ms. Kealaku'upua O. in reservations called the gate, checked the viability, and switched the seats for us. We love her and offer her many blessings. I'm going to write a letter to Delta telling them so as well.

Flight then got delayed again. We got into New York at 2am (or thereabouts).

Then there were no taxis at JFK. I'm not kidding. The guy at the taxi booth was gone so none of the taxis knew to shoot down there. 50+ people waiting, and no taxis.

Eventually someone figured out how to signal someone and a fleet arrived. We made it to the hotel and got into bed at 3am.

Unfortunately, I'd originally scheduled us spa days at the Nickel Spa in Chelsea for 11am-- when we were getting in at midnight that would have been doable. Now at this new time, we were exhausted but we made it (if we didn't go, they would have charged us anyway).

Friday, we hit Xanadu on Broadway. More on that tomorrow. But it was genius, I tell you!

But Friday night? After Xanadu? Steve's bank debit card was lost. He didn't bring any other cards. More on that tomorrow as well...