This is the dumbest thing I've done in months, years.

I write this in Toronto, Canada, but it was close that I wouldn't have come here at all. Or at least not in the way it should have been. Because on Friday evening, June 5, I was supposed to and 15:00 in New York fly to Amsterdam, where I would arrive around 10:00. and 15:00 Then just switch my suitcase and at 10:00.

Sunday morning again to Schiphol for my flight to Toronto. And yes, I know it seems crazy to fly back and forth, but there were reasons that made me really enjoy going back and forth. Moreover, I find flying a celebration, so the more hours, the better. On Thursday evening, I went out to dinner with our Bo, and that evening eventually brought us deep into the drunken night on the roof of the ultra-hip Dream Hotel. in Meatpacking. suitcase The next morning, I wake up with a pretty heavy head, grab my and 15:00 and check out at 11:00.

I look again at my ticket for the booking number and then, the world stops spinning for a moment.

With a cigarette outside the door, I want to check in on my phone (when I stand right in front of the door, I have WiFi AND I can smoke, and that combination is quite sacred to me in New York) but that just won't work. All sorts of error messages pop up on my screen and at first, I think, “oh, I'll check in tonight at JFK,” but thank god I decide to go behind the iMacs in the hotel to check in.

And then again: error message after error message. I look again at my ticket for the booking number and then, the world stops spinning for a moment, I feel the ground fall away from under my feet and I get very, very warm. My flight is not tonight. MY FLIGHT WAS YESTERDAY.

Thursday 4^th of June. It's really there. And it's been there for weeks, this ticket has been booked for weeks and it's been there for weeks. But I have also been saying for weeks that I fly on Friday the 5th. It has never been anything elses in my mind than Friday the 5th. Maybe it went wrong with the fact that I would arrive at Schiphol on the 5th, but actually, I just have no idea how I could have missed this in God's name.

But anyway, I still had to get out of New York that evening to be on time in Amsterdam and then on time to Canada. If I missed my outbound flight to Toronto, my return flight would also fall through, and moreover, my suitcase was full of summer and fashionable New York stuff, and not with flat shoes that I had to wear in Canada. In short, I had to and would return.

So I had no ticket, couldn't buy a ticket either.

So I immediately started looking for a new ticket and found one with Iceland Air. So via Iceland, yes, but actually with hardly a longer travel time than my actual ticket. Fine. After a thousand clicks, I ended up on the page that was supposed to confirm my payment, but that confirmation did not come. “Card declined.” Just everything wat you don't want at such a moment.

Calling the bank. It turned out that I had entered the wrong PIN a few days ago and that the card was blocked. I didn't have an e.dentifier or anything with me, so panic set in completely. So I had no ticket, couldn't buy a ticket, and for a moment all courage sank into my shoes.

At such a moment, the little child in me comes out and that little child calls her father.

At such a moment, the little child in me comes out and that little child calls her father. With the shame on my cheeks, I explain the whole story and thank god my father is a man who always stays very calm in serious situations. He immediately said: “Kto book a new ticket.” Eventually, via the phone on his credit card, I booked a new ticket for the amazing amount of SEVEN HUNDRED FIFTY euros, which I will pay back once I have access to the e.dentifier again. That's. almost as much as the pair of Manolos that I almost bought a few days before. 750 bucks, just gone because of my own stupid fault. I can tell you, that hurts. A lot. But money is money is money and is never the most important thing in life, so as May always says.

make it small and throw it away.” But we won't do this anymore. How it could have happened at all is completely unclear to me, but what I do know is that this will never happen a second time. And if it does happen, then as a punishment, besides a new ticket, I also have to buy a pair of Manolos. That will teach me.: “MThis is the dumbest thing I have done in months, years. : Amayzine.com.