.....is what time I finally got back home yesterday from Zoe. I knew that I wanted to go to church at Otter Creek when I was making my plane reservations, and I wanted to leave my time flexible enough to go have lunch with people, if the opportunity arose. So, I was booked on the 4:10 flight yesterday afternoon.
After meeting Donna and Terri for the (very early!) 8:30 service at OC, I went back to my hotel to finish packing and kill time. In retrospect, I should have found a movie theater or something to waste some of my time. But, being in an unfamiliar city, I didn't really want to risk wandering around and getting lost.....which I did anyway.
So, about noon I checked out of the hotel and headed for the airport. Needed to fill my rental car with gas, but wanted to do so closer to the airport. Should have gotten gas by the hotel. The exit to the airport off I-40 takes you straight in -- no access road, no gas stations, etc. So, I just took the next exit, found gas, and got back on I-40 going west. Well, you can't exit to the airport from that side! When I realized that I had truly gone past the airport, I exited, thinking that I would just cross over and go back. I didn't count on construction detours! So, after driving around an industrial neighborhood for a little while, I finally found a major street that was on my map (thank you Google maps!) and got back on I-40 going east. Whew!
So, now it is about 1:00 and I am hanging out in the airport. No problem - I have a book and some work, so I can definitely keep myself occupied. It just gets old, sitting in the airport by yourself!
As they are getting ready to board us for the flight to home, they ask for a volunteer to wait for the 6:10 flight. Well, a $200 travel voucher was worth it to me, so I volunteered. Then they tell me that I'll also get a bump up to first class! That was very nice. So, two more hours in the airport. While I was waiting, I talked with my friend Heather and it turned out that her mom and uncle were going to be landing a little before me and actually needed a ride home. So, I told her that if they didn't mind waiting on my flight to get in, I would be happy to take them home, since I would already be at the airport.
Got on the 6:10 flight. Landed around 8:15 - but my bag had come on the 4:10 flight and was over at baggage claim in Terminal A (I landed in Terminal C). Hopped on a bus and headed over. Got my bag, no problem. Whew! It is always a little nerve-wracking to think about your luggage not making it home.
Got to the car about 9:00, dropped Briggs & Cindy off at their home about 9:30, and finally made it to my casa about 10:00. Whew.