Stranded

So. It's approximately eleven hours since I last posted. And we're still at the airport.

Yes, we're still here.

We've decided to never fly standby on a buddy pass again. Which means in eleven weeks, we'll be hitting Aunt Sue up for them again for next Botox trip. Actually, it's my Uncle Dallas that has volunteered them-- I made sure my mom wasn't just, you know, forcing them. Because that's not really something she'd do.

We believe this is the fifth flight of the day. Well, the fifth flight we've been scheduled for, before being bumped. Well, except for this current one. There's a chance that we'll get on this one. Sort of. We'll see.

But there's no more bumping after this one. Not tonight. No more flights to Southern California. Trust us, we've looked. I think each flight we've waited for was at a different airport-- Orange County, San Diego, Long Beach...

Surprisingly? I've been in a totally better mood than I was this morning. Weird, right? It was like as soon as I got some chocolate, Excedrin, and Dr. Pepper (don't hate me-- the caffiene was for migraine duty- remember, Botox is on the fringe of wearing off, that's the whole REASON WE'RE GOING to California) in me, I cheered right back up.

That, and the fact that I bought a new book.

*giggle*

I've come to accept my addiction to reading, usually dorky YA novels. And my new-found cheerfulness has, in fact, been due to new-book smell.

And it's taking me FOREVER TO READ IT! Too many distractions here at the airport. My mom has been making fun of me for it. Actually, we've been laughing and making fun of more and more things as the day has worn by. We're getting pretty weary.

So, I won't even BEGIN to tell you all the drama and people we've talked to today. We've made a lot of friends with other weary standby Delta travelers. We might even have a place to stay tonight if we don't get on this flight. Actually, we may have two.

With people I charmed with my sunny optimism. And my mother's innocent frustration. But I like to think it was my sunny optimism.

Speaking of my mother, she just threatened to "bean" my dad, because he keeps calling while she's trying to text him. He's done it at least six times today. We're thinking that she got around sixty texts today, between my dad, Aunt Sue, and Grandma. She's getting good.

She also just shoved her book over to me, pointing to a paragraph involving a man reffered to "pimple-butt". Yes. We DID giggle.

Like I said, it's been a long day.