28 Feb 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
Head over to my myspace page:
Just wanted to let you know that I haven’t disappeared! I’ll
no longer be updating my blog HERE as most people view it on
myspace or facebook. Thanks!
30 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
Oh my god, the bouncing of the ball against the side of the
house before 8AM needs to stop.
I know I’ve written a blog about this “problem” before. The
little neighbor boy and his ball that he likes to incessantly
bounce outside my window (I think he’s actually bouncing it against
the patio - I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s loud as... you know
what). I am not opposed to children getting outside and engaging in
physical activity (speaking of the last blog...) BUT, I just cannot
bear to be awoken in such an annoying way. It doesn’t bode well for
the rest of the day. I already was disturbed because I’d had a
dream about one of my high school english teachers... the details
of which I will not go into. Suffice it to say, I am scarred for
life now. And what broke me out of this dream? THE BOUNCING BALL.
Oh god, forgive my dramatic diva-ness but that is just absolutely
(pausing to gather myself...)
So the GOOD news is... I’ve started writing songs again
(YAY!). Sometimes all it takes is something really good, or REALLY
bad, to kick the creative juices into gear. I’ve written about half
of a new song that I feel really positive about. I absolutely love
the lyrics. It has to do with something that happened yesterday...
there are a lot of metaphors about war and battles in it (clearly
“the man” was trying to keep me down yesterday). I was reading the
lyrics again this morning and think that virtually everyone could
relate to this song.
I have SO many fun things on the horizon and I am dying to
blab about them but I need to issue a little restraint until
everything is finalized (booooo). HA! Have a wooooooonderful
weekend everyone. It may potentially be a very sore one for me...
my friend Kyle (who’s a trainer) invited me to work out with some
of his clients on the beach this weekend. May the force be with me.
Also, thank you to everyone who read my last blog (I checked
the numbers - a lot of you read it!!) and for those of you who
shared your thoughts. Sometimes I can’t believe how cruel people
can be (I’m thinking specifically of Chris’ comment - who’s a great
DJ by the way!). I think a good goal for everyone is to try to be
gentler with one another.
27 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
One of the great things about living on the west coast is
that I occasionally get tipped off by friends on the east coast
about interesting things that are coming on TV later in the day.
Yesterday morning, a friend of mine told me about the day’s episode
of “Oprah” that he was watching about obese teens. From the brief
description, it sounded heart-wrenching. So I DVRed it and watched
it yesterday evening when I got home. It was indeed
heart-wrenching, and I’ve not been able to get it off of my mind.
I feel compelled to say something, but more so, to do
The show featured several obese/overweight teens and their
parents. Prior to the in-studio taping, the kids and their families
had taken part in an 8-hour intervention, confronting their weight
and discussing how it had gotten to that point. When I looked into
these kids’ eyes, and listened to them talk, it was almost like
looking into my own eyes. One girl in particular just completely
gripped my heart. Her name is Jillian. Of all of the kids on the
show, her experiences and her interpretation of her feelings and
events seemed so similar to ones I’d had. Things like... “I can’t
remember a time I wasn’t overweight” or “you don’t want to eat in
public because you think someone’s judging you” or “you wonder what
people are thinking about you.” Even some of the things that may
seem so “small” or “simple” out of context, like when she said she
was angry because her dad’s cousin had to make her prom dress, or
that she was angry that she had to ask someone to the prom... These
things absolutely break your heart as a teenager.
I can still remember the first time someone called me fat. I
remember who it was and where it was. I remember every single
person who ever said anything to me about my weight, period.
And then the question was asked to all the teens... who had
thought about suicide. It broke my heart to see so many of them
stand up. I remember I went through a particularly difficult period
in my life around 12 to 14. Kids at school were absolutely cruel to
me, and I’m not gonna lie, the thought of doing something drastic
crossed my mind many times, not that I think I would have ever
really done anything. I’ve never admitted that in my life,
actually. I don’t know how these kids handle it, because I was
lucky, I was blessed... my voice literally saved me in my teens.
People could call me fat as much as they wanted but no one could
deny that there was something about me that was different than
anyone else in that school; that I possessed a talent that none of
them could come close to matching, and no amount of harassing could
make it go away. In fact, I think it only fueled it.
Another difficult part for me to watch was in regards to the
parents... so many of the kids talked about how angry they were
that their parents blamed themselves for THEIR weight. I felt that
same exact thing. It made me feel like a bigger disappointment, and
added so much extra stress to this problem I already had that was
spinning out of control. The problem is that parents see their
children’s successes or failures as a reflection of themselves.
Yes, to an extent they should take some responsibility, but laying
blame, whether it’s on the child or themselves, does no good at
all. I don’t blame my parents for the weight problems I’ve had. In
fact, I am so grateful for everything they’ve done for me. They did
the best for me that they knew how, and I love them infinitely for
it. But it’s also important to remember that parents can’t give
what they don’t have. Parents have their own burdens, their own
unresolved pains. My brothers never had weight problems - just me.
But I am also very different from them, and the needs I had were
This brings me to what was defined as the source of the
problem for these overweight teens, and was for me. We’ve all heard
about people “eating their feelings.” Well there is certainly a
huge amount of truth to it. It comes down to feeling a lack of
love, or a lack of acceptance. One of the interventionists had a
great quote to describe what was happening with these kids, and
with their parents: “Whether we start on the breast or the bottle,
food means mom, it means love, it means nurturing, so when people
are eating a lot, they’re looking for love.” That just about sums
it up huh? I always wanted more love, and I needed more love. I was
highly emotional, not for any particular reason, that’s just how I
was from birth. I wanted to be heard. I wanted my feelings to be
recognized. What a lot of parents, and PEOPLE in general don’t get,
is that sometimes you don’t need to be there to give all the
answers or to put in your 2 cents. Sometimes you just need to
listen, to be the sounding board. Take what the person is saying,
and as the interventionist said, something along the lines of “let
the words pour on you and wash away like rain.” It’s not about you,
so don’t take it that way. And also... parents need to know that
forcing your teen to go on a diet and to exercise probably is not
going to work. THEY have to want it and do it for themselves. I
didn’t lose any significant amount of weight until I was 23, when I
made the choice for myself and took responsibility for it, and as a
result have been able to keep the weight off for years.
As you may recall, I had a performance a couple months ago
where a random stranger offered to read my Tarot cards, and I
didn’t want to divulge what he said for fear of jinxing it. Well,
screw jinxing. Now I feel the need to share a huge part of what he
said. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought the words “if I
was really thin, my career would be further along.” The tarot card
reader crushed that one for me. He told me something along the
lines of “you’re never going to be thin, and you weren’t meant to
be. This is going to be an integral part of your success.” He then
proceeded to go into more specifics about how this will happen
(which I will NOT share, he he). At this point I started to cry
(YEAH YEAH, I know I cry a lot), not because I was upset that I’ll
never be a size 2, but because just him saying that freed me of a
huge burden to be something I really never saw myself as anyway.
I’m not saying that it’s healthy or ok for these kids to be
overweight (obese really). All of them need to lose weight and get
moving. This is a scary problem that is really is getting out of
control. But I am a prime example of someone who regularly
exercises, does not binge eat (minus a couple days at the holidays,
hehe) or drink for that matter, and I’m not skinny! I can remember
days when I was at my heaviest when I didn’t even want to leave the
house because I couldn’t deal with “looks” from people. And it’s
weird, because now I don’t even think about that anymore. Usually
the looks are ones from “admirers” (speaking of which... I have had
more guys hit on me in these past few months I’ve been in LA than
in 5 years in Boston, but that’s another blog for another time ;-)
So I know I need to do something for these kids, and I
haven’t completely formulated what that is yet, but I’m starting
with this... like the show said, and I just repeated, sometimes
people just need someone to listen. If you know of any teens who
are seriously struggling with their weight, direct them to me. Or
anyone for that matter, whatever age they are. I always answer all
of my myspace messages (even if the response is a little delayed)
and I ALWAYS read my blog comments, and I know others do too. But I
think the bigger thing I can do is to just keep setting the example
that you can do whatever you want no matter what you look like (and
look fabulously hot doing it whatever your weight is, ha ha).
24 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
Yep, I am no longer an earthquake virgin. It was pretty
slight, but I did feel an earthquake while eating dinner near my
place last night. It wasn’t quite like I expected (it could have
been easily mixed up with a large truck going by), but I could feel
the ground move from what felt directly underneath my feet
(*breaking into Carole King’s “I Feel The Earth Move”*). It wasn’t
much to write home about -- but now I can say that the first time
is over with and PERHAPS I won’t be as freaked when the “big one”
So guess where I am....?? The Coffee Bean! It’s kind of
overcast today and I needed a little pick-me-up. Funny thing
happened... some time in December, I came in here and struck up
conversation with a guy who was a butler (my memory is failing me
as to whether or not I mentioned it before). Well, I walked in this
morning, and who do I spy out of the corner of my eye? The butler!
haha! Well he’s not a butler anymore - he told me he’s now working
as a bodyguard. Anyway, it was just fun to run into him again
because like most everyone else in LA - he has pretty
crazy/interesting stories to tell. This sort of thing is what makes
me feel alive - meeting and talking to new people. Some sort of
insight is always coming out of it for me.
On a side note... I am realizing my biggest, constant
struggle as a human being is to not obsess over things... usually
it’s as a result of me waiting to hear back from somebody about
something. SO annoying! I wonder if there’s hypnotherapy for that.
22 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
Thanks to Eddy in the Netherlands, my album is now being
! If you
follow the link, it will take you to the main page of their site
where you can make requests. I’m very excited that they asked to
play my music, especially because I get messages from European fans
regularly, asking how they can get/listen to my music. I always
appreciate calls anyone makes to your local stations as well,
requesting my music. It really helps a LOT! My album will also be
heard on satellite radio very soon... more exciting details to come
Believe it or not, we are actually not having sunny,
beautiful weather here in LA today. It’s overcast and RAINING! It’s
really a nice change. It’s good to mix it up every once in a while.
Hope everyone is having an exciting week!
21 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
Like most everyone else, I watched the inauguration
yesterday. The moment didn’t, and still doesn’t, seem real. George
Bush is GONE, and Barack Obama is president. Just take a moment to
let that one sink in...
This past Sunday, I attended church, where the priest was
quick to remind us that the new president is NOT the messiah - he’s
a man like anyone else, and needs our prayers and positive thoughts
as he takes this new office. The amount of weight that has been
placed on his shoulders is Herculean.
At the end of mass, this woman and teenage boy who sings in
the choir did a rendition of “God Bless America” that completely
broke me down. It was beautiful, and I felt so proud to be an
American. And yesterday, right before the inauguration, I went to
spinning class, and to close the class, the instructor played this
(through my sweat I also cried just like I did in church the day
before!!!). I just watched it again and it still gives me chills.
Congratulations everyone - here’s to a new day for us
12 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
In the past few days, I have gotten some of THE nicest fan
mail and comments. Everyone always likes being complimented of
course, but these messages mean so much more to me than just that.
The encouragement and the reassurance that my music is really
reaching people is what makes me continue down this path. Here’s an
excerpt from a VERY nice message from one of my favorite fans,
“I just wanted to take a moment to wish you the best for
2009. I am so grateful for many things, and music is such a big
part of my life. It's a soundtrack and also a diary. I love that
your music really made such a strong impression on me. I really get
tired of mainstream pop, and finding new music that not everyone is
listening to, gets me soooo excited. But I do hope your music finds
a huge audience, not to become mainstream, but to enable you to
keep making great tracks that are meaningful to a large audience.”
Isn’t that wonderful?! One of my other favorite fans (because
her name is Leah - Leahs of the world unite!!!) also left me a
really kind comment and message today upon receiving her copy of
“Rising.” (You can buy an AUTOGRAPHED copy from my website today
!!!! And give me a break, I haven’t plugged purchasing my album in
a while, hehehe)
I made a list of things I want to accomplish in 2009. I’ve
always THOUGHT about doing that, but never did. On Sunday, I went
to Starbucks (I KNOW, I’ve been cheating on The Coffee Bean), and
wrote the list. I’m glad I did it - I already feel like I have more
of a clear direction for the coming year.
8 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
I’ve finally made it back to the “office” today. Nothing of
interest to report... yet.
HOWEVER, I do have a little sumthin’ for all of you - new
music! Last month, I was asked to record a song for a
writer/producer out here in LA, Noah Lifschey. It was part of a
larger project he was working on. Noah’s done a lot of work on
music for Film & TV, but this is the first album of his own
material that he’s recorded. The song is definitely a departure
from my original material, but I really dug working on something
different. It’s sort of a mix of Rock and Funk. Take a sec to check
out the song, “Blame”, and hop over to his myspace page to check
out some of his other music:
Noah produced, arranged, and played most of the instruments on the
whole album -- we need to support talented people!!!!
So yesssss, back at The Coffee Bean I am. I have been a
pretty busy bee the last few days, getting back from the holiday
break and setting myself up for the new year. I am looking forward
to getting a chance to get out on the town over the weekend.
Soooooooooooooo I have been tossing around the idea of
recording a cover song... I have a few ideas, think I may have
settled on something. But I thought it might be fun for you guys to
post some ideas for songs that would be fun for me to cover - it
could be anything really. What do you think?
7 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
Yesterday I had a business lunch meeting. As the hostess was
seating us, she said to me “you have really nice eyebrows, do you
do them yourself?” ONCE AGAIN, my eyebrows are stealing the show
from the rest of my face. :-P It’s funny that she said that,
because I recently got a driver’s license photo, as was thinking
that I should try to let them grow in a little thicker, but I guess
not. Thanks Ms. Hostess, you made my decision for me.
So, VERY odd update to my last blog about the surfer yogi.
Last night, I was telling my brother and sister-in-law about this
guy, and how “entertaining” his yoga class was. They were heading
to their gym for a yoga class (we go to different gyms in Santa
Monica). Well you’re never going to believe this... but when they
came back, they were like, “guess what?” YEP, he taught their yoga
class too!! Not only is this pretty damn random, but you have to
understand that there are probably more yoga studios and gyms with
yoga classes in Santa Monica than any other place in the country.
None of us had ever taken a class with this guy before.
I am about to head to yoga, and man, can I use it. This
morning, I did my workout from home. This is a pretty good workout
- I’m not sure if I’ve ever shared it on my blog before. If I did,
it was a while ago so I’ll repost it. It’s great because you can do
it virtually anywhere.
You take a deck of cards, and each suit is given a different
exercise to do. For example, today hearts were push-ups, diamonds
were sit-ups, spades were jump squats, and clubs were lunges. So
whatever value the card is, that’s how many of the exercise you do
(obviously with lunges, if you had a 5 of clubs, you would do 5 on
each leg). Oh, and then you can make up something torturous for the
joker, and you do 15 of those. I do these things called
hill-climbers. By the end of it, you will be sweaty and in sheer
agony. It’s definitely do-able in under 40 minutes too, and you can
do right in your living room if you have the space.
I still have not had a chance to share with you the fantastic
Christmas gift from my brother.... I will try to get to it by the
end of the week!
6 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
Damn the new year and its resolutions. :-)
I am in quite a bit of pain today, mostly focused around my
ass and abdomen. I believe I totaled around 3 hours at the gym
yesterday between weights, running, and yoga. I think the yoga is
what put me over the edge. By the time we got to shoulder stands at
the end, I was ready for a nap, or shavasina as they say. The yoga
instructor cracked me up though. This was the first time I’d ever
been to this class. It was taught by this guy who was pretty much
the stereotypical SoCal yoga dude - he talked like a surfer,
complete with those zen-like analogies. You know, lots of saying
“like” and “sweet.” He was a good teacher though, and I found his
surfer talk both charming and relaxing.
This morning when my alarm went off at 7, I reeeeaaaaaally
wasn’t in the mood to get my ass out of bed to go back to the gym
again for spinning. This particular gym I go to is run by
triathletes, and a majority of the instructors are triathletes as
well, so the spinning classes aren’t really for beginners. BUT, if
you want to see results you have to go out of your comfort zone so
I went (and I looked pretty bad too. I tried to avoid all mirrors,
ha ha ha).
So yeah, in a little pain. I have this cough that started
after I went for a bike ride on Sunday (I HAD to get out and enjoy
the beautiful weather after coming back from Maine). So I’m trying
to avoid coughing, as it aggravates the little wake up call that my
abs (I think they’re there somewhere, ha ha ha) got yesterday.
Exercising in the morning is great. It sucks trying to get
yourself out of bed (especially if you’re a night owl like me), but
it makes you face the day with this attitude like “if I already
went through torture once today, I can deal with anything else that
comes my way the rest of the day.” It’s very calming to the mind.
I am STILL playing catch-up from the holidays (have I
mentioned yet that I could REALLY use an assistant or an
intern??????). Hopefully by the end of the week I’ll have some fun
stories to share.
5 Jan 2009 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
I arrived back in LA late Saturday night. Since I last-minute
extended my trip in ME a week, I didn’t buy my ticket back here
until the night before. It’s always hard to say goodbye to my
parents when I’m so far away, but like it is for us all, it’s
always nice to know that someone misses you so much.
The flight was pretty uneventful. The first leg, from
Portland to DC, I was on a little plane that seated 28 people.
Luckily, I had the front seat all to myself. I had to deal with
this semi-crazy flight attendant though. First off, she looked like
Bette Davis in “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane.” (If you’ve never
seen it, suffice it to say, she just looked plain nutty). She got
all testy with me because I put my Bose headseat case on the seat
next to me during take off, and I was supposed to “hold it” for
safety reasons. I was just thinking... are you kidding me lady? If
this plane goes down, I hardly think that my headset case flying
into the air is going to be the reason someone dies. Anyhow... the
flight to LA was also fine, though it was a tad uncomfortable. I
was stuck up in the back where apparently Satan was also sitting
because it was hot as hell. I took a Tylenol PM, which definitely
made me drowsy... but unlike my flight home to ME, I didn’t sleep
for 3 hours. I was too hot and uncomfortable. So I was overtired,
hot, and uncomfortable. Nice.
I got off the plane, got my baggage no problem... waited a
few minutes for a cab, and this nice Filipino dude picked me up. I
find it weird to not talk to the cab driver. Me sitting in the back
in silence, being chauffeured, makes me feel like some entitled
white rich lady... or Miss Daisy. Plus you know me, I’m always
looking to talk to random people in hopes that it will lead to a
good story. So I was lucky that my driver was super chatty. He of
course asked where I came from, and was asking all kinds of
questions about the weather in Maine. Then he went on to talk about
how dry it is here in LA... and talked about how he has to wear
lotion here, but he never did in the Philippines. I’m not sure how
it’s possible, but he managed to turn talking about lotion (oh, and
chapstick) into a 15 minute conversation. At this point I was
pretty tired. The novelty of this chatty driver had worn off on me.
He dropped me off at my place, and I tipped him well (even though
the ride cost way more than I think it should have!!!!).
The past two days I’ve been busy cleaning up and
organizing... gotta start the new year off right. I also spent two
hours in the gym this morning... absolutely yucky.
Hope the new year is starting off well for all of you!
31 Dec 2008 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
I was watching “Hardball” on MSNBC today and one of the
commentators described our present climate perfectly -- never has
there been a time in this country of such intense fear, and hope.
That sums up 2008 for me. Fear and hope.
This really has been such a crazy year. I must admit that at
this very moment I’m having a problem properly articulating the
magnitude of 2008’s impact. I feel like a tornado swept through
2008, both on a global level and a personal level. The tornado came
into my life, and sucked up my home, my friends and relationships,
my possessions, my career, my health, my happiness, my burdens, my
stress, and spun them around and around and around. And when the
tornado had passed, I had survived, but I was deposited far away.
My home was in a completely new place, and some of the people that
I’d thought were important were gone, and I lost a lot of my
material possessions, and I was a “stranger in a strange land.” I
spent several months in 2008 just feeling dizzy, reeling from
trying to get my own life grounded, just as the greater
infrastructure of the whole world was falling apart. All of this
sounds pretty scary... which is why I find it funny that I feel
freer than I’ve ever felt before.
There is something unsettling about losing security. We are
taught that feeling comfortable and taken care of is of the utmost
importance in life. But no great achievements ever come when we get
too comfortable. I heard a prediction today that we are entering a
sort of Renaissance. I am feeling that may be so. We have nothing
to lose. I have nothing to lose.
I am happy to see you go, 2008, but not without paying
reverence to you for the firm, and needed, wake up call. Someone
called me tonight, and left a message saying 2009 was going to be
my year. That’s the last message I received in 2008.
Follow the signs.
I wish all of you the absolute best in 2009. Thank you all
for being a part of this journey. I hope that you continue to rise
with me in 2009.
30 Dec 2008 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
And a little crush on Cesar Millan.
I’d never watched “The Dog Whisperer” before. I’d only heard
about it on “Oprah”and seen Kathy Griffin on her show complaining
that Cesar’s show “stole” her Emmy. My mother’s been raving about
it for a while now, but I was reluctant to watch it. I KNOW I am
very susceptible to getting hooked on any reality TV. My mother has
TiVoed god knows how many episodes since November...
So yeah, of course I’m now addicted.
That Cesar is amazing!!! The way he can get into the dogs’
heads is incredible. AND I love how he makes the owners take
responsibility for how their own behavior needs to change for the
benefit of the dog. If you love dogs, you should watch it. And if
you’ve ever had a fear of dogs, you NEED to watch it. It’s true
that we fear things we don’t understand -- well, Cesar really
breaks down the dog psyche. It’s ALL about energy - dogs DO smell
I also think Cesar is really sexy. Ok, ok, so I know many of
you probably know I have a sweet spot for the Latinos. Well it’s
NOT just because he’s Latin!!!! He has such a self-assuredness
about him - he doesn’t just understand dogs, he really understands
And his accent is H-O-T!
I also continue to be obsessed with watching old episodes of
“Curb Your Enthusiasm” online. The show is really inappropriate and
politically-incorrect on so many levels. Right up my alley. :-P
One day left in 2008. Amen.
29 Dec 2008 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
I’m still in Maine. The past couple days, especially
yesterday, have been unexpectedly warm. It’s nice to be home. I’m
staying a little longer than I planned. I hear that it’s sunny in
LA. It will be nice to go back.
I’m not yet ready to right my end of the year wrap-up, but
I’m thinking about it!!! I think it’s natural for us to all reflect
on our lives as the year comes to a close... what was good, what
was bad... what changed, what stayed the same... I hope everyone
takes some time in the next few days to really think about it.
More to come soon...
21 Dec 2008 · From web.me.com/leahdriscoll/Leah_Driscoll/Blog/Blog.html ·
I’m at Dulles in DC, and should be boarding to Portland very
So far, the trip has been smooth sailing. Everything has been
on time, no weather issues. When I got on the plane in LAX, I took
a Tylenol PM. I am anti most medicines unless absolutely
necessary... but being that I am 6 ft. tall and have a weird issue
with being in close proximity with people for long periods of time
(that is a blog for another time), I am all for doping myself up
with some OTCs before a flight. I slept for the first 3 hours
(AMAZING). Apparently the Tylenol PM also made me lose some control
as I woke up with quite an extensive pool of drool on my cheek. I
know, very un-diva-like. But I totally pulled a Victoria Beckham
with my airport attire. You never know who might be on your
Ok I gotta shut it down, boarding my flight soon. Time to
head home to Maine for the Norman Rockwell Christmas!
I spoke way too damn soon.
So I got on the plane in D.C. and took my seat waaay up back.
Last row. Next to the bathroom. And it was hot as hell. After they
had us all seated, we had to wait for an hour for them to get some
paperwork authorizing them to leave, and then for them to put more
fuel in the plane (I would later find out why they had to do this).
I’m pretty sure that extra hour is what screwed the rest of this
trip. The storm that we probably would have avoided had we left on
time was apparently slamming Portland by the time we were to land.
As we were about to make our initial descent into Portland, the
pilot came on and announced we were being diverted to Bangor.
Bangor is the second largest “city” in Maine... I think. Oh
and so you know, should it ever come up in conversation, it’s
pronounced BANG-or, just like it’s phonetically written. NOT
BANG-er, like those pork sausages that Brits eat. Mainers (and
probably a lot of other New Englanders) seem to be the only ones
who know this.
Sooooo... what to say about Bangor. Um. Hm... yeah.
My brother is constantly on me about not saying anything to
offend anyone on my blog (yeah, I just called him out and I’m sure
I’ll get an earful for doing that too, ha ha), so I’ll be nice.
Bangor has a racino. And the University of Southern Maine is
I had never been to Bangor International before - YES, you
heard that right, it’s an INTERNATIONAL airport. In fact, it’s made
the headlines quite a few time when there’s been an unruly
passenger on a Trans-Atlantic flight, since it is the closest
airport geographically to Europe (ooooo fancy!). I think I remember
something about a crazy drunken Brit being hauled off a plane there
a few years ago. The Bangor airport is even smaller than Portland’s
(though it does have a longer runway according to my father, which
also explains why they get the international flights with the
wackos stopping there).
I was pretty annoyed at first, because I was pretty sure I’d
come the furthest of anyone. I hadn’t really slept and I just
wanted to be home after flying all night - but what are you gonna
Everyone got quite irritable when they wouldn’t immediately
let us off the plane. The reason they wouldn’t was that this isn’t
an airport United flies into, so there was no ground/customer
service. They told us they called a bus to drive us to Portland,
but I was doubting it as no one really seemed to be in charge. When
I got off the plane, I walked off onto the ground. All I saw were
trees and snow. And felt extremely cold. The last time I was
outside was in LA amid the hustle and bustle of LAX. What a stark
contrast. So I entered the terminal and felt like I was in a time
warp and had been transported to 1965 - which is when I estimated
the last renovation was. It surely lacked the warmth of the brand
new, clean little Portland Jetport. I really didn’t think I’d find
myself at that airport - EVER. But you know what I loved?! And I
think you’d only find this in Maine. People were SERIOUSLY
inconvenienced by this. How could they not be? If I had been flying
into Boston or New York and this happened, you can bet there would
be a huge majority complaining, swearing, threatening, and
demanding answers. But the Mainers, they just waited patiently and
didn’t give it more stress than it was worth. THIS in turn made me
be able to laugh at the situation and not get so testy like I
normally would. I like to think this is also due in part to my time
in LA - LA definitely will test your patience too when it comes to
delays. So I feel lucky that I was trapped in the Bangor airport
and not JFK or something.
We kinda felt like refugees though, ha. The only people
around were TSA agents (the “military”) and the displaced people
(the “refugees”). And both groups were waiting for an answer.
For some people, landing in Bangor was great. A good number
of people live further north/inland so Bangor is closer. Some had
relatives pick them up there or they rented a car. I decided to
wait for the bus... and if there wasn’t any word within an hour or
so, I’d go stay with my aunt who lives nearby. I waited about an
hour and a half, then the bus came. When I went outside to catch
the bus, it was so cold, that my eyes started to water and burn and
I couldn’t open them. I used to be such a hearty Maine girl. Now I
am an LA wimp. YUCK.
The bus ride took almost 3 hours and was pretty scary at
points - the visibility was pretty bad. I got there, my parents
came (with a big LL Bean coat and mittens for me to wear, thank
GOD), and now I am at home, snug in a warm house, in the middle of
a beautiful winter wonderland! Despite the epic journey to get
here, it was worth it. This is perfect Christmas weather.
(Funny thing is it would have been faster and cheaper for me
to take a direct flight from LAX to Boston, then take a 1.5 hour
bus ride up. Next time.)
I should mention that this story would have been a lot more
exciting if there had been a hot fellow stranded traveler.
Oh Santa... when will you ever get it right?
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