It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
Of course, I’m talking about vacation. You know the saying, ‘getting there is half the fun?’ Yeah well, they couldn’t have been talking about flying. Certainly, most definitely not fun. Not even half-fun.
Friday was, of course, a nightmare for anyone who happened to be traveling by air. From FlightStats regarding Friday’s air travel:
Friday saw high flight delays and cancellations in the Midwest, Southeast and Northeast dues to a mix of snowstorms, high winds and blustery winter conditions. The Chicago area was hit especially hard with O’Hare Airport (ORD) cancelling 255 flights and delaying another 1500 flights. New York’s La Guardia Airport (LGA) cancelled 119 flights while delaying 563 flights.
The airport was packed full of people whose flights had been delayed due to golf-ball sized hail while others were waiting on the tarmac to leave but couldn’t because of an oncoming sleet storm. Because our initial flight was delayed, our connecting flight had already departed by the time we landed. We spent almost 8 hours waiting on stand-by, trying to get home. Home. There’s no place like it.
I had plenty of time to think of a perfect analogy just for you of what it feels like being on stand-by. Being on stand-by is kind of like waiting to see if the cool kids are going to pick you to attend their completely awesome, kick-ass, over-the-top party and the anticipation is unbearable.
So, what does a couple do when they’ve already passed through security and have been through the overpriced shops several times over?
They walk their legs off.
Going from gate to gate took a surprisingly long time, and we had our carry-on luggage in tow so it was quite a workout. Boring as all get-out, but it helped to pass the time.
There’s only so much walking you can do, though. Eventually, you have to eat.
Finding something edible that didn’t have the words pan-fried, deep-fried or flash-fried as part of the food description was not easy. Eventually, we ended up getting salads and bottled water at Moe’s Southwestern Grill. The good news: my three main ingredients were lettuce, black beans and tofu. The not-so-good news: I was weakened by the sight of the edible flour shell bowl and had to have it.
And Ellen said, It Was Good.
But after hour number five? I started feeling like Tom Hanks in that movie The Terminal.
We did however, finally make it home. We spent the weekend pretending not to hear the phone when it rang and trying to bribe each other into bringing actual food home from the grocery store instead of raiding the cupboard for more crackers. But we were home.
And boy did we get the cold shoulder from the dogs. They were not very happy that we left them for a week.
One last thing, before I close for today: my final thoughts on celebrating my birthday by leaving town? A stellar idea! I cannot recommend it enough for those of you who also have bad mojo on your birthdays. Although, next year I will plan things a bit differently and actually be gone on my birthday – not just ‘around’ it. For me, that’s important. Even though it was exciting to know that we were leaving a couple of days after, it wasn’t much fun spending my actual birthday alone, packing.
Happy Monday everyone, and come on back here Wednesday where I’ll be having a Leap Year Giveaway!