For reasons known only to herself the young lady at the Senator check-in in Vienna (the special one reserved for Cate’s illustrious presence) decided to check her bag to Peoria and my bag to Washington. Fair enough. She probably thought it would add a frisson of excitement to the voyage – and it sure as shit did that!
We did not know this so when we got to Washington the man sent Cate on one bus and me on another bus – despite our vigorous protests that we were together.
We thought he was insane – but in fact he knew exactly what he was doing – sending us to different terminals where our bags were.
After a while we established telephone contact and Cate said she had just encountered the rudest person she had ever met in her life.
I said that was rubbish – she says that every time she flies United. She brings out the worst in United staff.
Anyway she was having trouble with the very large Rimowa suitcase. For some reason she had my suitcase.
She always insists on taking the absolute smallest possible suitcase when we travel together. Of course she cannot possibly fit her clothes into hers so she has to put most of her clothes into mine - so the one I have to take has to be gigantic.
This was the case today – and today on the way down to the car I regret to say that I fucked my ribs again – when will they ever heal.
So eventually we decided that we would meet in the Red Carpet Lounge and we had this comedy routine:
‘Where are you?’
‘I am in the Red Carpet Lounge.’
‘So am I. I cannot see you.’
Until we discovered there were three Red Carpet Lounges.
It was one of those goat things - but we are here now and I am writing this at 11:00 PM which is 5:00 AM Vienna time.