Nightmare Day

I know I am about to blow a lot of people's minds by updating my blog... but really I have nothing else worthwhile to do. Because I am stuck in the Charlotte International Airport. Let me tell you about this day. And by the way, Jack and I are on our way to Dallas for an Anglican Mission in the Americas annual conference.

So, it all begins several weeks ago when we were talking to Jack's cousin Cameron and her boyfriend Kevin... both are pilots and Kevin works for US Airways. Kevin said he could hook us up with some tickets to Dallas so we said, sure that would be great. Bad idea jeans. Not because he helped us out, but because the tickets are dadgum STANDBY.

So, I got up this morning at 4:45 AM so we could make it to our 7:20 a.m. flight nice and early. We made it just fine, got on the plane just fine, and then it was delayed. And then again. And again. We sat on the plane on the runway for almost two hours. NIGHTMARE. I was sitting next to this man who wanted to be my friend so badly, but I just wasn't up for it. He thought we had a lot of things in common, but we didn't. I was so glad when they let us get off the plane and go back to the gate. We continued to sit at the gate and finally boarded and took off close to NOON. We got to Charlotte at about 12:45 p.m., in plenty of time to make the 2:45 p.m. connecting flight to Dallas. No dice. We almost made it but there was only one seat available and we didn't want to part ways.

So, now we are hanging out in the Starbucks waiting to see if we can make the 6:20 p.m. flight. If we do that, we get there at 8:15 p.m. and miss the opening sessions, but at least we could get to bed early. If we miss that flight, we wait til the 10:00 p.m. flight and get there after midnight. Again, NIGHTMARE.

Unfortunately, I don't update this enough for people to check it regularly, but if you do happen to read this, you can say a prayer for us to get there before we absolutely give up and go home. (which wouldn't be bad either)

Also, congrats to new mommy and daddy Caroline and Patrick on the birth of their baby boy, Auguste Eliot, 7 lbs. 1 oz! We hated that we were on the way out of town when they went to the hospital, but that just means we get to make up extra time with him later.