I can still hardly believe it happened. It’s entirely too long of a story-but here’s the annotated version. Thursday morning, while heading to Tampa to board our cruise, we encountered numerous mechanical delays, followed by a Delta employee who re-booked our flights and gave us the wrong tickets, followed by another re-route since the wrong ticket meant we couldn’t board the plane, followed by more mechanical delays. (headache yet?) As the minutes and hours ticked by, and airline employees became increasingly unhelpful, we slowly realized there was absolutely no way we would make our cruise. After over 5 hours of being stuck in the Memphis airport, we sadly boarded the plane to head back home where we had started that morning. I can’t get over it-the vacation I’d been planning and looking forward to for months never happened.
The only way I avoided full on vacation-fail depression was that we had originally turned down an offer to spend the weekend at a friends lake home. We quickly let our friends know about our sad change in vacation plans, and 10 minutes after we got home, they picked us up to the lake where we enjoyed 3 days of boating, swimming, bonfires, good food, and great margaritas.