Thank you for flying US Airways, welcome to: Bomb Threat

And I don't mean "'da Bomb! threat" (owch... that hurt to say but I had to). I mean, wake up too early, leave something important that you forgot to pack at home, grab your bags and race to the airport to find out that there's chaos breaking loose and the police are turning people away and confusing the hell out of depressed looking travelers. THAT kind of bomb threat.

It's now 12 hours later, and after far too much pretending to be nice to ticketing agents when really my blood is burning through my veins, I am sitting in the airport waiting for my flight that they managed to squeeze me onto via. what I fear may be a very long standby list.

For all of you "look at the bright side" types - (as Bubs would say) - just go ahead and stare directly at the sun for 35 mins and then you'll know. My vision was blurry from all sorts of anxiety and frustration that I had no idea I was fully capable of. Though, I will go ahead and say that the 6 hours of waiting in between my original flight and the one I am getting on now, did pay off with some last minute beach nap time.

Thanks to my sweetheart (for the first two trips and last trip, and one very angry taxi driver in between) for driving me and my bags back and fourth and all around hell-town today, it looks like (at the cost of a red-eye and very sleepy me), I will not be missing my checkup (post surgery) OR the two weddings I have to shoot this weekend. No promises yet, tho, until I get on this flight.

BTW. Happy 4th of July. I'm shooting a wedding for it, so I keep forgetting,
but have a happy one. (The airport apparently has way more american spirit than I apparently do: see photo illustration).



p.s. To the guy sitting next to me with the fantastically horrible car-foot stench - PLEASE. Pleaseeeeeeeee please stop groping that big red balloon like that. It's def. not meant to be handled how you are handling it. Thank you.