I just got off the phone with Aviapartner for the umpteenth time in the past 4 days. Aviapartner, (check file number BRUBA 32956 to see my bag's wonderful journey), is the company in charge of lost or misplaced baggage from British Airways flights. Because my flight was delayed coming into Heathrow, I almost missed my connection to Brussels. In the rush, my bags did not make it onto that flight. Apparently, my navy blue suit, 4 shirts, and 5 ties (described in excruciating detail to an operator at Aviapartner--the width of the pinstripes on one shirt are considered essential details) had a lovely stay in London, then said "What the hell? When are we going to ever see Milan" and decided to take that trip. After a whirlwind tour of the city, Blue Pinstriped Shirt said to Gold Tie, "We should probably go see what Conor is up to. He may need us." And Gold Tie said, "Screw that! We're in Europe. Let's party!" And party they did. Now, my garments, which I desperately need for my first meeting on Monday, are somewhere between Milan and Brussels and should be arriving tomorrow. I will be in Amsterdam for the day, and will wait with baited breath for the arrival of my clothes. Thankfully, my backpack, which has all of my day-to-day items and wardrobe, arrived safely.
Mad Props to Kyle Taylor for loaning me the essentials while I waited for my backpack to arrive.
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