On Saturday, Pat and I headed to the airport to fly back home to New York. My sister, Jodi, who was dropping us off, asked if we called ahead to see if our flight was on time. We hadn't because the weather was perfect, what could go wrong? After checking in our bag, we headed to our gate. It was time to board and we got in line right on time. As about half the plane was boarded we heard over the loud speaker that our plane was going to be delayed an hour because of a broken part. An hour passed and still no sign of a working plane. The loud speaker came on again and said that the flight was being delayed 7 hours because they couldn't find the part domestically. Well, this 7 hour delay wouldn't work since we had a layover in Dallas, so basically we had to reschedule our flight, along with all the other passengers.
We rescheduled our flight with a completely different airline and decided to take the Red Eye, so we could get home sooner. Later that night we got on the Red Eye at 11:45pm. The flight was normal for an overnight flight, with me not being able to sleep but listening to the snoring of others and wanting to hit them in the face because they are able to actually get some rest. Twenty minutes before landing, we were actually 10 minutes early, the flight attendants came around performing their landing duties.
But...FAKE OUT!! As we approached JFK the pilot informed us that the airport was temporarily closed because of thunderstorms. We circled JFK for an hour hoping the storms would pass, but no luck. We then had to fly to Albany, NY to refuel our plane and to wait out the storm. After 2 hours of waiting, and me going INSANE, we finally made our way back to JFK. Once arriving at the JFK airport, it seemed to take forever for us to get our luggage and get home in our taxi. Once arriving home we were greeted by our kitty who had pooped all over the bathroom floor, twice, and peed on the rug three times. So yes, the toilet training of our cat has been put on a definite hold. We spent the next few hours cleaning our apartment and ended up throwing out our rug. Oh the joys of being a pet owner. By this time it was 1pm and both Pat and I were delirious. We both crashed and slept into the evening, missing a friends birthday party. To top it all off, Pat came down with some type of flu Monday and Tuesday. I found him laying on the floor Tuesday morning and was late to work because he was throwing up...Pat never throws up.
I take all this as a sign that we were NEVER supposed to leave Utah.
But there is a silver lining to the story, because our first flight was canceled my sister was able to pick us up and take us to my nephew, Dylan's, first football game. I was really happy I could see that. It was so fun to cheer him on and see him in his football uniform.
|Pat Congratulating Dylan on a Good Game|
|Tough Guy Dylan|