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Our stressful Xmas
Some of you might've seen my FB updates on Wednesday night. Here's what happened.
H's flight was supposed to leave at 8pm that evening, and he had a layover in Chicago. The gawddamn "Storm of the Century" was churning all over the midwest, so we knew that he'd probably be delayed.
His flight didn't end up leaving until 9:55.
His connecting flight was supposed to leave at 9:55.
He was told that he wouldn't be able to get on another flight out of Chicago until noon the next day, as long as the weather permitted, and that he wouldn't get to DM until about 3pm.
We resigned ourselves to the fact that he just wasn't going to get home that night. I'd driven down and checked into a hotel and was waiting for him. I went ahead and changed into my pajamas and moped for awhile.
I pulled up an online flight tracker and saw that his flight was getting close to Chi-town. Then I saw that his connecting flight was STILL THERE.
I sent him a text letting him know.
Then I sat and stalked both flights for another half hour.
Just as his flight was landing, I switched over and saw that his connecting flight was... DELAYED 40 MINUTES!
I sent him a text saying, "IT'S BEEN DELAYED! GO GO GO!!!"
He called me as he landed, but hadn't seen my text yet. He was all bummed out and I said, "OMGWTFBBQ!! GET THEE TO GATE G8!!"
He told me later than he sprinted through the O'Hare terminal like that scene in Home Alone. He was running into people, knocking a few over, and even plowed into a guy in a wheelchair (he threw an apology over his shoulder). He got to gate G8 and screamed, "IS THE FLIGHT TO DM STILL HERE!?!?!?"
They looked at him like he was crazy and said, "Uh... yeah."
He ended up being delayed another half hour.
His flight got to DM at about 1:30. I met him at the door and I was buh-hawling. I've said all weekend - I was more stressed out between the hours of 5pm to 11pm than I was the entire week of packing & moving. It was really our Xmas miracle.
Another miracle: His flight back was cancelled on Saturday, so I got a whole extra 12 hours with him. It was the best Xmas I've had in a long time.
Bonus: There was some family ***. I'll post that separately.
Re: Our stressful Xmas
That is very lucky. I"ve done the O'Hare run many times. It's such a b!tch because the commuter terminal is like the opposite end. All that training must have helped!
I don't know about romantic, but it *was* definitely dramatic, Zilla.
And yes! Four weeks to go! The countdown is on.