With thirty of course came the pitfalls of adulthood...flight cancellations! First, you must understand that I flew to Atlanta and then to OC on Friday. This fact concerned Sara...I had a message from her, "Kari, I'm a little concerned that you said Atlanta. That's the wrong direction hon. You need to go west!" Nice. I thought things would be better on the way back because I was flying through Salt Lake City, UT. Actually, that made me nervous too because it was already a late flight and weather can be sketchy this time of year. I even thought about putting some extra essentials in my carry-on bag...but I didn't. Which was tough once they cancelled my flight Monday night and I had to go spend the night in an Econo Lodge (not recommended), and then fly from Salt Lake to ATLANTA and then finally to San Antonio! I got home Tuesday night at 7:30, which was better than the 11:30 pm arrival I almost had from Phoenix...when Guy, the Delta man, suggested it I just started crying because the idea of getting home that late was just too much for me to take. I'm not a crier, but I couldn't keep it in any longer.
These are the adventures of a thirty year old.