Our Christmas began with a phone call at 3:00am telling us our flight was cancelled, we scrambled and got onto an earlier flight but had to leave for the airport immediately. We get to JFK (we had been originally supposed to fly out of La Guardia at 8am) at around 5am to find that they weren't taking our flight but first finishing up another flight that was only leaving fifteen minutes earlier. Finally, at just after 6 they start taking us for our 6:30am flight. We discover they haven't given Ginny a seat and now she has to come down the next day...
I get on the plane and as they back it away from the gate, they some how manage to hit the jetway and put a small puncture in the plane. They hold us for an hour before deciding to let us off... most of us now guaranteed to miss our connecting flights, myself included.
I get on told I can't fly out til the next day either. What's more I can't get my bag. Adding insult to injury, I'm told I can't get onto the same flights as Ginny and basically will be making two connections to go from New York to Florida (what should take about 3 and half hours will take nearly 12, most of which will be spent sitting in Atlanta... and that's if none of these flights get cancelled). We decide to buy one ways down to Florida and manage to get in at 10:30pm... this is of course after (between the two of us) 4 cab rides.
We get our luggage the next day (would have gotten it immediately but US Airways baggage office was locked when we arrived). Upon opening our luggage what do we discover? A Christmas miracle! They've stolen our camera! Yay!
Of course, I suppose it could be worse, and since we're traveling back today on US Airways I'm betting it will be. That freaking terrorist attempt will probably mean full cavity searches. FML.
Well onto something fun, when I have some time I'll post something about my wife's new hobby (burlesque). And, hopefully, I'll have an update on Future Spence to boot.
Peace on Earth and all that Jazz,
Love you guys.
