You may remember (or not), that yours truly was supposed to be in California as of this morning. Tragically, I am not. Before I explain, however, I just have to put this out there: did YOU know that United flies out of any Chicago airport other than O'Hare? No, that's right, you didn't. Thank you.
FYI, for the last month, the annoyingly-marketed "Ted" (as IF I want the lame United Junior airline to pretend it's my "friend") has been flying out of Midway Airport. But neither of us knew that until, of course, we were at O'Hare at 5:30 am. Thank goodness for my father, who saved our lives by chauffering and feeding us throughout the harrowing beginning of this ordeal, and for Brian's parents, who helped us immensely when we were getting new flights. Long story short, after waiting two more hours we discovered that we are not cool enough to merit standby, so we thumbed our noses, went home, and got tickets to San Diego on Southwest. We love them.
So the hopefully exciting stories that will come out of this trip have yet to begin. Our plans changed--for the better, we're convinced--because we're now starting in San Diego instead of trying to get there and back from the Bay area. I'll post pictures and news soon.
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