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Something like a month ago, I committed to come visit Mary skjaere and Dustin (and co…. I admit I’m not even sure who is out there atm!) in Virginia to make up for not being able to come up for Thanksgiving. I planned an itinerary, secured dog sitting and transportation to and from the airport, and thought I was all set. On Friday, I went to send Mary my flight information, only to learn that no, in fact, I hadn’t actually *paid* for the tickets. I checked my cards to be sure. I panicked slightly, but managed to find flights that would get me in at the same time, not inconvenience my drive (though we weren’t gonna be on the same flight through Chicago anymore), and were only about $40 more than my original plan. I made sure to paid, sent the info to Mary, and breathed a sigh of relief.

And here I am, at 5:15, sitting in the Houston airport. According to my original planned flight, I’d have gotten in to Chicago about 30 minutes ago.

According to my new schedule, I should be in transit to Charlotte, possibly arriving fairly soon. I forget exactly how long the fight is.

It is cloudy today, which apparently counts as ‘weather’. When I arrived, at 12, my flight was already delayed an hour and a half. I was booked in to a later flight to Richmond that would have gotten me there around 11. However now my flight isn’t supposed to leave until 7:45, and there is absolutely no way I am getting to Richmond tonight. Bah!

So, there are two ways for me to look at this. Okay, more than just two, but these are the ones I like. The first is that when making my original itinerary, I had some subconscious psychic premonition that today would be a bad day to fly, and thus didn’t pay for the tickets. The second is that the reason that today went all to pot, and I’m either going to wind up staying the night in the Charlotte airport, or shelling out for a hotel, is just confirmation that I should never fly through North Carolina, ever. Those of you who’ve been around this blog long enough will recall my spate of travel horror stories – my move out to Texas being the worst of them – that occurred in that period. I haven’t had early as much trouble since I came here (and stopped flying through Dallas).

*sigh*

I seem to recall them having free internet in Charlotte. If you see this post go up tonight, then consider that confirmation! It not, well, I guess you’ll hear from me once I’m in Richmond, eventually. Mary has at least promised me an easy day tomorrow.

Well, at least I didn’t check any bags! And until about half an hour ago, I was hanging out with Ryan, whose flight was also delayed, though he may be able to catch his connection still. Good luck Ryan!

That’s all I’ve got on this topic for the moment. Instead, I’m gong to start a new post about my thesis :V

ETA – still in Houston, but two notes: First, there are no working outlets at the gates (there are outlets, but they don’t work -_-). So I’m sitting on the floor across from a gate full of empty chairs :p Secondly, they just announced that we should probably go get something to eat before the (crappy) terminal A food court closes, because al the (much better) food places at Charlotte will be close by the time we get there. *sigh*

ETA 2 - The first note was a lie. After I got (really gross) dinner, I found some working outlets with actual chairs.