I didn't get in till 10pm and didn't leave the airport until 11:30 thanks to a baggage mix-up. Needless to say I wasn't in the mood to call my Houston friends and attempt to meet up the next day for lunch since it was a workday for them
. My sweet big brother, Bradley, offered to come get me, but it just seemed like a lost cause since it was so late. Continental put me in the lovely Holiday Inn Express and I took a few Tylenol PMs, drew the blinds and slept in a big ole' king size until noon today. I laid by the pool for a bit but had to check out at 2pm and since then I've just been wasting time. I used my lovely food voucher to have long, leisurely lunch at the hotel and I meticulously refolded every item in my suitcase while watching the same 45 minute news segment for the past few hours. I think I'm going loco. The only saving grace has been a lovely phone conversation with Kailey who is stuck in I-35 Friday traffic.
Headed to the airport in a few, hopefully things go a little bit more smoothly and I'll wake up tomorrow in Argentina.
Remember when I said that I wanted to jump on the plane in Houston? Well, I should have. My plane from San Francisco had some mechanical problems and we left 2 hours behind schedule, making me miss my all important connection to Argentina. I tried my best 'sad girl/you inconvenienced my whole trip' routine but there was no way around it and all they could book me on was the 9pm flight tonight. Why there is only one flight to BA daily I will never know. Obviously I need to have a word with whoever is in charge around here. My sweet, patient mother kept telling me to find the positive in the situation. Um, I'm positive that this situation absolutely blows. Everyone on my flight jumped ship, so I did have the row of seats to myself and my free Turkey sammie (compliments of Continental food vouchers). See? I can be positive.