Back home from San Diego. It took literally all day to get home yesterday. I left San Diego around 8am and didn't make it back into OKC until midnight. Work for an airline, fly free/spend your whole day waiting in an airport. Since we were going standby, we were at the mercy of available seats and the flight we were trying to make that had looked fine the day before had sold out. So had the next one. In a remarkably short amount of time, I went from, "It might be fun to spend the night in Vegas" to "Get me the fuck out of here". I was so stressed out that I felt feverish and my face felt like a small flaming sun of upset. (Sarah wasn't happy with Vegas either. "Don't let me buy anything else, because I don't want to give these assholes any more money.") We were going to take a flight into Phoenix and then Tulsa, because then we could at least drive back home in two hours, which was preferable to spending any more time in McCarran. Luckily, there was one last flight from Phoenix into Oklahoma City and we managed to get on that. Sarah was remarkably patient throughout while I narrowly avoided having a nervous breakdown.
I think I'm getting a better hang of standby though and I learned some things: McCarran is super busy and should be avoided; it's easier to connect through Phoenix; and make sure to have a toothbrush and spare clothes in your carry-on in case you get stuck somewhere overnight.
I was never so happy to see Oklahoma City by the time I arrived. Seeing the city lights at night, I knew it wasn't as impressive as say, San Diego, but from the sky, it was very beautiful nonetheless. I felt an enormous sense of peace at being home. Then we ran into snotty Jesus freaks while trying to find the shuttle pick up and I was like, oh, yeah. We're definitely home.
We did have a really great time in San Diego though and when I'm done vegging out, I will post more about it.
I think I'm getting a better hang of standby though and I learned some things: McCarran is super busy and should be avoided; it's easier to connect through Phoenix; and make sure to have a toothbrush and spare clothes in your carry-on in case you get stuck somewhere overnight.
I was never so happy to see Oklahoma City by the time I arrived. Seeing the city lights at night, I knew it wasn't as impressive as say, San Diego, but from the sky, it was very beautiful nonetheless. I felt an enormous sense of peace at being home. Then we ran into snotty Jesus freaks while trying to find the shuttle pick up and I was like, oh, yeah. We're definitely home.
We did have a really great time in San Diego though and when I'm done vegging out, I will post more about it.