After seven days in seven countries — seven tour stops separated by long rides on a Boeing 777 — our long national nightmare is over: the Rihanna plane has landed in New York, carrying with it the 150 beleaguered fans and journalists who'd been held captive at the whim of their Barbadian mistress. But for many, the last few hours were the hardest.
Our 777 plane gets delayed an hour for every time Ri gets upset— soo-young (@sooeypooey) November 19, 2012
STILL ON THE TARMAC. I just. Cannot.— Maud Deitch (@mauddeitch) November 20, 2012
#overheard: "Is Rihanna here? Hope so. It means we won't have to wait to leave" (getting to NY on time > photo opp./knowing meaning to life)— e. (@3rika) November 20, 2012
Rihanna had disappeared. Flyers were distributed:
Exhaustion overtook the hostages.
Journo fell asleep while attempting to file. 20 of us watched him sleep-type while hysterically laughing. #7 instagr.am/p/SQlTSYGeQx/— Julieanne Smolinski (@BoobsRadley) November 20, 2012
But she emerged, for the first time since the plane had taken off a week ago, just before it landed in New York.
Rihanna decided to come out from hiding when descending into NY. Of course. instagr.am/p/SQiDORkVaW/— e. (@3rika) November 20, 2012
And with that, the hostages returned, to cheering throngs of Americans with yellow ribbons tied around their arms.
Came home, coughed, puked bile in the sink, nobody in my apt cares that i'm alive, going to die now, put rihanna's face on my epitaph #rip— J. Escobedo Shepherd (@jawnita) November 20, 2012
Throughout the #777Tour, Gawker.com will be bringing you updates about the status, location, activities and smells of the Rihanna Plane and its inhabitants, cobbled together from the infrequent, incomplete dispatches of the embedded Rihanna correspondents.