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I'd thought my bad streak o'travel luck was over. Really. I did. 2005 was notable only in that most of my travel was rather uneventful.

That changed drastically today.



I arrived at DCA at 8:15, for a 10:15 flight (okay, so sue me, I'm anal about arriving early.) Go to check in at the kiosk...kiosk, message spits out something like Flight 1500, blah blah cancel blah, and I get a new screen with a flight at 12:05 via Atlanta. My original flight was via Cincy, arriving San Antonio at 2:30ish. This new one would arrive in SA about 4:45.

After some rigmarole with the gate agent, I discover that, hey, fog in DC means no planes are landing and they're canceling flights right and left. ARRGH.

So I check in for the 12:05 flight, figuring - okay, I've got my iPod with some new TV eps I haven't watched, plus my PDA with a ton o'reading, including all 5 John Connelly books.

I call mom and my sis, so they know the story, then meander over to security, where, suprise!! Guess who won the special security check lottery? Yep, yours truly.

And I get New!Girl and her comedian boss as my security agents. Oh joy. Nothing like being wanded and patted down while bossman is making stupid jokes about missing planes and keeping me there. Oy. Dude, it's 8:30 in the fracking morning.

I nab some turf at the terminal, at a snack bar table so I can play on the laptop (of course, DCA has no WiFi); but at least I can read or watch something. After a while, I realized the really really long line of people at Gate 19, are for my flight. Something's happening. Turns out, there's "weather" in Atlanta - and my flight ends up being delayed. This means I won't make my 3:30 connection in ATL, so I have to stand in line from hell and get reticketed to a 5:09 flight out of ATL. Cake?? Not so much.

More like stale bread. After eating lunch at the airport deli ($7.96 for a turkey sandwich); I realize they delay my flight *again*.

(A side note of funny/odd: while I'm eating my sandwich, I get a call from my friend, Patsy, who owns Remember the Alibi Mystery Bookstore. I'd e-mailed her to find out if she was going to be at the store this weekend, as I'd like to try to stop by. Come to find out, this weekend of all the weekends all year is a book signing for my least favorite author person ever. I can't speak to his writing, but this is the guy that felt me up by signing my boob the first time I met him. I was working at the store, wearing my store apron - a full apron - they were brand new and we all thought it would be cool to have visiting authors sign. He would be the first. Instead of waiting until I took it off an put it on the table. He grabbed my arm, picked up a pen and signed across my not-insignificant boob. I was flabbergasted. I spent the rest of that signing day at the cash register so I didn't have to speak to the man again. Needless to say, I won't be attending the book signing.)

Finally boarded at nearly 2:00, had yet another delay at the gate (another hour) and didn't arrive in ATL until 5:00.

So glad we're at B31, the connection is at B33 - or is it? No. They've moved it to gate 20...in concourse A - Holy FUCK!

I haul ass and grab the train thingie - thank goodness the flight is slightly delayed - until 5:30.

Whew.

Or not.

We FINALLY board at 6:00, for a 7:30 SA arrival. Utterly full flight. Delayed YET again because of standbys.

I get to San Antonio just after 8:00.

I'm exhausted.

Uncle is coming at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon, unless of course his travel gods are angry too.



::chickwriter prays to travel gods to make the return trip (which starts at 5:30 a.m. on Monday) MUCH easier::
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