Written on Thursday, September 9, 2010 at 10:30 pm
I am currently on Delta flight 353 heading for Liberia, Costa Rica, scheduled to arrive a little before noon. Based on the hurdles leading up to this point, this is nothing short of miraculous. Starting yesterday, our journey thus far has looked something like this:
8:00 to 4:45 pm ~ Dominate work day in preparation for upcoming absence. Check, double-check, and confirm details.
4:45 to 5:10 pm ~ Leave office in absolute giddy frenzy to pick up Mere and catch our plane at 7:47. Hug, quickly shed professional outfit for travel clothes, load luggage, and marvel over the fact that we are, indeed, adventuring off to Costa Rica.
5:10 to 6:20 pm ~ Swing by and pick up Jax, who kindly chauffeurs us to the airport. Say sweet goodbyes and note that our flight has been delayed until 8:15. No biggie.
6:20 to 7:40 pm ~ Pass through security and find departure gate, then wander through airport in search of food and beverage. Learn that all eating facilities in the Memphis airport illogically close at 7:30, which prompts a hurried dinner order at Lenny’s.
7:40 to 8:30 pm ~ Dine on aforementioned Lenny’s, chatter about life, and note that flight has now been delayed to 8:35. Then to 8:45.
8:30 to 9:00 pm ~ Digest announcement that plane has now been delayed until 6:00 am the following morning, which is a bit of a nuisance but not immediately threatening, considering that we were expecting an 11 hour layover in Atlanta before our 9:50 am flight to Costa Rica. (Side note: Mere’s step-dad had hooked us up with an overnight hotel stay in Atlanta to make the layover more bearable, which now required cancelling). Immediately head to kiosk to discuss our options and book a flight to Atlanta for the following morning at 6:10. Receive voucher for overnight hotel stay in Memphis, $18 dollars in complementary airport food, and $200 credit towards a flight within the next year.
9:00 to 11:00 pm ~ Discuss options (stay at potentially sketchy Memphis hotel, attempt to sleep in the airport, taxi home, inconvenience someone for a ride, drive a rental car to Atlanta) with each other and loved ones (via numerous phone calls) before being lovingly coerced into letting Jax rescue us from the airport and return us before sunrise. Give thanks that I have the most wonderful boyfriend who willingly shuttles me to and from the airport at very inconvenient hours.
11:00 to 4:15 am ~ Sleep much better than we would have in an airport chair or questionable hotel.
4:15 to 5:00 am ~ Wake for round two. Silently pray that Delta comes through this time. Head to airport and say another round of goodbyes to sweet, loving, sacrificial, dependable Jax. Hope he has a good work day despite sleep deprivation.
5:00 to 6:10 am~ Go through the familiar security and gate finding drill again, trade food vouchers for Starbucks and fresh fruit, then board flight to Atlanta. Progress.
6:10 to 7:57 am~ Enjoy flight. Begin reading The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis, which is absolutely phenomenal. PHENOMENAL. I’m only roughly sixty pages in, and I can already tell you it is full of life changing food for thought. Read it.
8:57 to 9:51 am ~ Navigate our way through the Atlanta airport, use remaining food vouchers on delicious and nutritious breakfast burritos, then board flight to paradise. Life is good.