So, we’re hanging out in an airport hotel. The ONLY hotel within walking distance (Yes, people. We WALKED).
Technically, we should already BE in Atlanta at this moment, had our flight left on time. However, our plane is still sitting at the gate. Delayed until…whenever. 8:00pm I think it is…(original flight was supposed to leave around 3:00pm…)
We decided to re-book our flight instead of sitting in those really uncomfortable airport seats and then having to make a mad dash to try and grab a seat on a flight tomorrow if this flight is cancelled…which the lady at the little booth next to the gate thought was going to happen all, “I just don’t think it’s gonna like, take off.”
It’s really too bad..I WAS sitting next to Hurley, from Lost. All, “dude!”
(Tim upgraded our seats again…and we ended up in two window seats on opposite sides of each other. Contrary to what it seems, we do typically try to sit together on planes…it just hasn’t been working out so well lately…)
Ok, sooo maybe it wasn’t the REAL Hurley…but he looked and talked and had mannerisms EXACTLY like him and was nervous as all hell. He had the flight attendant bring him a mini bottle of wine before he even had his seatbelt fastened.
Oh…yes. We actually GOT ON THE PLANE.
After about five minutes they made us get back off so we’d be more “comfortable” since they grounded all Atlanta flights and now had to wait for an update and the green light to take off.
They’re still waiting.
I must say – I AM TOTALLY FREAKING OUT about all the girls. I was all, “BUT IT MIGHT FLOOD!”
And Tim’s all, “The house is ABOVE everything. They’ll be fine.”
Me: But what about Lexi?? She’s on the GROUND LEVEL! IN A CRATE!
Tim: It’s not going to flood. Seriously, chill out. Besides, Cindy (our pet sitter) will call us.
I let it go after that…cause he’s right. She’d totally move Lexi’s crate to higher ground AND call us to let us know we have a river in our living room. That’s just the kind of forward thinker she is.
Anyhow – I’m, off to check the news and call the family…think good thoughts for my mom…her basement is currently underwater, thanks to the flooded creek behind her house…along with all the other Atlantan’s…apparently it’s REALLY, REALLY BAD.
And, if you live in Atlanta and are reading this, here’s a little tip: DON’T DRIVE!
Whatever it is, it can wait.