I was totally ready for our trip yesterday. Bags were packed, house was (relatively) clean, and we were just ready.
Except Mother Nature had a different plan.
Asheville’s weather was fine. Shortly after we got to the airport, our flight was delayed. Then I checked the connecting flight out of Atlanta, and it was a little delayed. No problem, I thought. We had a two-hour layover (in which we were going to eat at Chili’s for dinner, and just enjoy our time.) Our flight was originally supposed to leave at 5:38 p.m.
Around 6:15, when they mentioned that Atlanta had shut down the airport – no inbound or outbound flights – for at least 45 minutes, we knew we needed to eat dinner or I’d starve before we got to Atlanta (we would have gotten there after 8 p.m.) The Asheville airport recently finished some renovations, so there was a new restaurant and bar for us to try out. Funny thing about the fancy bar/restaurant – you have to have a boarding pass to get to it. So if you’re a local, you’re more than likely never going to eat there.
The food was decent. It could have been better (less grease) and we tried to enjoy ourselves. Some of the options were overpriced, but we went for the relatively reasonable food options.
By the time we finished and had paid our bill, I decided to check with an attendant on the status of our flights. At that point, he made it clear to me and another girl also trying to catch a flight to Rochester, that we’d have to run once we got to Atlanta. I had to laugh at that.
About 30 minutes later, we learned there was no hope for us catching our connecting flight – or possibly even making it to Atlanta. We were re-booked, and I called my mom.
I’ve been thinking about a date night for a long time. I just didn’t realize it would be at our local airport. Let’s hope today’s flights don’t turn into a date with us at home by lunchtime. By the time you read this, we should be in the air (not going to Atlanta – this time we’re going through Detroit.) Wish us luck!