So the hubs and I woke up Saturday morning, packed and headed off to the airport to leave sunny Barbados. Sad face. We eventually boarded our flight, sat down...and waited for lift off...and waited...and waited....ahem...yeah apparently there seemed to be a "maintenance issue" and the pilot reported that he would keep us updated in 15 minutes...yeah half an hour later...there was a "computer system problem" that needed to be fixed...2.5 EFFING HOURS LATER as I was on my last thread of patience...
I could have used some rum punch after the first half hour of that full flight...the flight attendants gave out gross granola bars and zero complimentary drinks (both non-alcoholic and alcoholic) or actual food.
So since it was four hours to Miami, we were on that damn plane for a little over six hours...in which I asked myself, what circle of hell am I in right now? Josh was pretty confident that we could still possibly run to our connecting flight to Chicago...and then the pilot announced that someone was occupying our gate and we had to wait until they left...I was ready to smack a bitch. Seriously? What else could go wrong?
After everyone took exceptionally long to gtfo of the plane, we got our luggage, ran off that plane, went through customs and several check points to still try and make this damn flight.
However...when we got to the last check point...which was a huge line...we finally realized that there was no way we were going to make that flight home. #killme. Why in the world does Miami have to be so huge? I want a Finishers medal for that flippin' run with my luggage! Josh & Emily: 0, Miami airport: 1.Can I just at least get a sympathy applause for the strong effort?
The airline hooked us up with a new flight, hotel accommodations and food vouchers for the severe inconvenience...we checked into our hotel, ordered pizza since we had nothing but a packet of hummus and pita chips all day, stuffed our faces and passed out on the bed until our 9am flight and it left ON TIME!! See ya, Miami!!
After a few hours, we landed in Chicago and boom we were home. Josh and I rejoiced, danced in our seats and fist pumped in the air for good measure.
It was a smooth transition weather-wise since it was a hot 80 flippin' degrees when we landed! Wahoo!! Josh's Dad picked us up and away we went back home to celebrate Mother's Day. I hope you all had a great one!! I sure wouldn't know what I would do without my mom. She always goes above and beyond for the family and she helped make the wedding go so amazingly well!
Now that the wedding and honeymoon are over though, time for our next big adventure! HOUSE HUNTING!