Yeah, I'm sick of everything that has to do with flying.  Airports, airplanes, everything that has to do with them.  So lemme give ya the rundown of my weekend of airport hell.

Friday

So this weekend I went to Lubbock to be the best man in my best friend, Brian's, wedding.  Friday I'm scheduled to fly out of Love Field at 11:55am putting me in LBK around 1pm with pleeenty of time to chill, eat lunch, get a haircut, and get ready for the rehearsal 6pm with dinner afterwards.  Well I get to the airport around 11am maybe a little after, but not much.  I go to check my bags (we were playing golf on Saturday so I had to check bags since I was bringin my clubs), and there's like 100 people in line, so I go to the end.  FORTY FIVE minutes later, I'm finally next in line.  I frantically get my bags checked and have maybe 10 min. to get through security and make my flight.  Oh yeah, I'm also dripping with sweat at this point as well cause apparently they were doing construction around the airport and some idiot cut a cable he wasn't supposed to and there was no AC in the entire airport, it's a good thing I gotta go all the way to gate 11.

So I go get in line to go through security.  I get to the front of the line then hear my name of the loud speaker followed by some muffled instruction.  What did he say???  I ask an attendant, "I just heard my name but couldn't understand what they said to do.  Did you hear what they said?".  "No," they said, "...but that usually means there's somethin goin on with your bags so you need to go back to baggage check."  Great.  So I go back to baggage check, ask the same question.  "No," they said, "....but that's probably the gate calling you telling you to hurry up cause they're about to leave you."  WTF?!?!  grrrr.  So I go get BACK in line.  I'm effed at this point, it's like 11:52.

I get through, I don't even hurry.  I know I've missed it, but go to the gate anyway.  I get there after like two miles of walking (gate 11 remember) and of course am not even close to making it.  I ask the attendant to switch me to the next flight.  Next flight isn't till 3:25.  Awesome, it's 12.  Oh, and it's booked??  Even more awesome.  She puts me on standby.  So now, if I DO get on the flight, I'll have an hour and a half to get to Brian's, get ready, and get to the church.  If I DON'T get on the flight, the next one after that is at 5pm....putting me in LBK at 6, which is when the rehearsal starts and with everyone in the rehearsal, no one would be able to pick me up.  I'd be double effed.  So, needless to say, I'm pretty stressed out at this point.

Having 3 1/2 hours to kill, and realizing I had things I was going to need to take care of once I got to Lubbock, I left the airport to go get my wig split (haircut).  I make it back by 2, grab som food, and wait paitently for my name to be called and recite my wedding toast in my head about 30 times.  Finally, as they are boarding the flight, and after created a nice ulcer in my stomach, my name is called.  I made the flight.

Phew!  Ok, now let the weekend festivities begin!

Click the read link below to read the continued story of my weekend of airport hell; aka, how I spent my day yesterday.

Sunday

Now it's Sunday.  Had a blast over the weekend, definitely the most fun wedding I've ever been to.  It was for my best friend so I guess I would hope it would be.  Anyway, going on about 10 hrs of sleep the whole weekend, after getting my stuff packed and ready, and thoroughly stressing out over even finding someone to take me to the airport, I relax and set down to wait for Beth to come pick me up.  It's like 2:15.  My flight's at 3:30 so I'm a liittle nervous, but am more apathetic cause it's Lubbock Int. Airport, which is always a breeze to get through, and I have no prior obligations aside from a date w/ my 360. 

 

Beth finally picks me up from B-Lew's old house and takes me to the airport.  It's 2:50.  Cuttin it close, but like I said, it's LBK, much less stressfull process.  I get my bags checked and notice my flight's delayed.  Sweet!  I may even get to grab something to eat!  I hadn't eatin anything all day and was stARving.  I get through security, then go grab food.  Man, what a relief after the hell I went through Friday.  I can just chill, listen to some music, and wait on my flight.

4:00pm.  Hmm, weird their not here yet, wonder when they're slated to get here?  A few min. later with my headphones in and some atreyu blaring, I read the lips of the dude across from me tell the chick next to me, "Yeah, like 2 hours...".  I quickly pull out my headphones.  "What?!?", I say.  "Yeah, this flight's not leaving till 5:45 or 6.", he says.  $#&!$!!!  Is he serious?? what did the plane have some technical difficulties like crashing and having to be rebuilt???  Fine, whatever.

About 30 min. later I go to the monitors to see what the status is.  Maybe things have changed and it's more on course?  Nope.  Now it's not getting here till SEVEN!! W.....T......F.  I'm not amused.  I go to the gate desk to see what the eff the deal is.  While waiting in THAT line for 20 minutes (man I love lines and waiting on stuff), I realize the next flight after mine was delayed too, but is not as delayed, so is leaving at 5:45.  I explain the sitch. and ask to be put on that flight.  He says they're trying to get all the delayed luggage on the earlier flights, so it will probably be waiting on me when I get there, but there's a slight chance it could end up on my original flight, meaning I'll beat it there and have to wait.

I get on the flight and finally relax.

We land, it's 6:45.  I head to baggage claim.  One by one everyone gets their bag.  Finally everyone's gone but me and the one unclaimed hello kitty suitcase, (obviously not mine, my hello kitty suitcase wasn't big enough for this trip)  *sigh*  Sweet I get to set around in an airport some more.  I go to the Chilis Too and have some dinner.  After eating, then setting around for an hour.  My original flight, flight 41, lands and bags get unloaded.  I wait, some more, for my bag and clubs to cycle through.  Nothing.  I wait another 10 min.  Nothing.  omg....wtf.  Blood pressure rising.  Wait, flight 41 is at bag station TWO?? ugh ok.  I along with another group that was actually on the flight, go over there.  THERE'S MY SUITCASE!  Phew, ok, just gotta get my clubs, c'moooooon clubs....

C'mooooooon clubs...

Come on clubs.  (blood pressure rising again)

I've seen the same bags 10 times go through there, time to go reluctantly bitch at them.  I go to the service desk, explain the situation.  "Have you checked the oversize bin?", I'm asked.  "Uhhh....I don't know what that is.".  I follow...back to the other end of baggage claim.

Huge wave of relief comes over me, a tear rolls down my cheek.  My clubs are their, I can go home.

SO, after making my way to my car in the parking garage and helping some people jump start their car, I'm finallly headed home.  I get home.  It's 9:15, only 4 1/2 hours later than it should've been when I got home.  I'm so tired, I need to go to bed. 

Ehh...just a liiittle bit of xbox first.  :)