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Vegas Trip a Bust
Jan. 8th, 2023 06:48 amWell, Jeremy's 50th birthday trip was a total bust....but we were able to turn it around. Wisconsin weather, you know.
We were supposed to leave last Wednesday, but a storm was brewing in the future, so we thought to get to Madison ahead of time so we didn't have to travel through a storm. We booked a room at the Comfort Inn & Suites, with the free shuttle to airport. That was a great hotel experience, failed to bring swimsuits to enjoy the hot tub, but the continental breakfast was a great and the sexy times were appreciated, ha!
Then next morning, we were off on the shuttle to the airport. Let me preface it all by saying Jeremy has HUGE anxiety over flying. He'd only ever been on a plane once pre-911, so today's flying was totally different for him. But we got on the plane without a hitch, he enjoyed a canned White Russian before the flight (which he thought was an awesome offering), and we boarded. We were in different groups (he was in group behind me), so he was kind of on his own scanning his boarding pass that I'd sent to his phone.
The flight was great, even though we had to wait about 40 min while they de-iced the plane (which led to his increased anxiety). The flight was about 1.75 hrs or so, to Charlotte NC (yea, don't ask me). Flight attendant could not tell me anything about our connecting flight status (since we were a bit behind) and told us to talk to the agent at the gate for more info.
Once we landed, notifications started blowing up and I found out our flight to Vegas was cancelled. They didn't offer hotel rooms for weather related cancellations, so we were in the airport for the night. I was offered multiple options for connections to Vegas, but we were on a time frame. Most would not get us there till evening, where we'd be so exhausted, we'd sleep it away till his drive the next morning. So I took the earliest option which brought us BACK to Chicago O'Hare. I knew Jeremy's nerves could be totally shot by then, and we'd be closer to home.
So we stayed in Charlotte airport all night, across from a crying young mother and her little 3 yr old, trying desperately to get her to sleep on the uncomfortable benches. We eventually struck conversation, and she was on her way home to New Mexico and HER connection was cancelled as well. She too took the option to Chicago. The airport was high stress; long lines of people looking for alternate flights, a poor teenage girl alone totally freaking out because they kept changing her gate and she was alone and on the phone with someone trying to calm her down. Myself and young woman tried to help her, take a deep breath, look at the signs, go straight ahead etc. Ugh.
Jeremy was able to settle down on the nasty floor under the benches. I tried but laid in a wet/cold spot, so I was up and walking around the open gift shops where I found a couple pillows that turned into blankets. At least we'd have a place to lay our heads, they really came in handy.
Finally, we were on our flight back to Chicago. This was a short one and we arrived about 8 am. Our original connection to Vegas was supposed to be at 9 am something. But the minute we got off the plane, my notification told me our gate and time changed to the afternoon. After that night, I knew we were done. There was really no use in spending a couple hrs sleeping before his Lamborghini drive the next morning. So we put our heads together, made some calls and grabbed the Van Garder (sp?) bus to Madison and home.
I at least was able to have his supercar experience changed to open and he has 5 yrs to do it now. Planes and hotels had insurance.....but proving everything required is too difficult and I'm just done. Chalk it up to a pricey trip to the Charlotte airport.
We did turn it all around and went to the Dells, where I indulged in some emotional Coach shopping and Jeremy gambled with mom and sis at HoChunk. So all was not lost.
His mom had given me a cute backpack that I'd taken on the trip. And that backpack proved to be a savior in holding our snacks, being a makeshift pillow, holding my stress and tears. So that's what called me in Coach; a black leather backpack. I put it back and almost didn't get it, until we saw a young couple in Kay jewelers (while cleaning my ring), looking for their own ring. She had the black Coach backpack, and it was beautiful.
I took it as a sign to fall off my long Coach wagon I'd ridden. Heh.....
We were supposed to leave last Wednesday, but a storm was brewing in the future, so we thought to get to Madison ahead of time so we didn't have to travel through a storm. We booked a room at the Comfort Inn & Suites, with the free shuttle to airport. That was a great hotel experience, failed to bring swimsuits to enjoy the hot tub, but the continental breakfast was a great and the sexy times were appreciated, ha!
Then next morning, we were off on the shuttle to the airport. Let me preface it all by saying Jeremy has HUGE anxiety over flying. He'd only ever been on a plane once pre-911, so today's flying was totally different for him. But we got on the plane without a hitch, he enjoyed a canned White Russian before the flight (which he thought was an awesome offering), and we boarded. We were in different groups (he was in group behind me), so he was kind of on his own scanning his boarding pass that I'd sent to his phone.
The flight was great, even though we had to wait about 40 min while they de-iced the plane (which led to his increased anxiety). The flight was about 1.75 hrs or so, to Charlotte NC (yea, don't ask me). Flight attendant could not tell me anything about our connecting flight status (since we were a bit behind) and told us to talk to the agent at the gate for more info.
Once we landed, notifications started blowing up and I found out our flight to Vegas was cancelled. They didn't offer hotel rooms for weather related cancellations, so we were in the airport for the night. I was offered multiple options for connections to Vegas, but we were on a time frame. Most would not get us there till evening, where we'd be so exhausted, we'd sleep it away till his drive the next morning. So I took the earliest option which brought us BACK to Chicago O'Hare. I knew Jeremy's nerves could be totally shot by then, and we'd be closer to home.
So we stayed in Charlotte airport all night, across from a crying young mother and her little 3 yr old, trying desperately to get her to sleep on the uncomfortable benches. We eventually struck conversation, and she was on her way home to New Mexico and HER connection was cancelled as well. She too took the option to Chicago. The airport was high stress; long lines of people looking for alternate flights, a poor teenage girl alone totally freaking out because they kept changing her gate and she was alone and on the phone with someone trying to calm her down. Myself and young woman tried to help her, take a deep breath, look at the signs, go straight ahead etc. Ugh.
Jeremy was able to settle down on the nasty floor under the benches. I tried but laid in a wet/cold spot, so I was up and walking around the open gift shops where I found a couple pillows that turned into blankets. At least we'd have a place to lay our heads, they really came in handy.
Finally, we were on our flight back to Chicago. This was a short one and we arrived about 8 am. Our original connection to Vegas was supposed to be at 9 am something. But the minute we got off the plane, my notification told me our gate and time changed to the afternoon. After that night, I knew we were done. There was really no use in spending a couple hrs sleeping before his Lamborghini drive the next morning. So we put our heads together, made some calls and grabbed the Van Garder (sp?) bus to Madison and home.
I at least was able to have his supercar experience changed to open and he has 5 yrs to do it now. Planes and hotels had insurance.....but proving everything required is too difficult and I'm just done. Chalk it up to a pricey trip to the Charlotte airport.
We did turn it all around and went to the Dells, where I indulged in some emotional Coach shopping and Jeremy gambled with mom and sis at HoChunk. So all was not lost.
His mom had given me a cute backpack that I'd taken on the trip. And that backpack proved to be a savior in holding our snacks, being a makeshift pillow, holding my stress and tears. So that's what called me in Coach; a black leather backpack. I put it back and almost didn't get it, until we saw a young couple in Kay jewelers (while cleaning my ring), looking for their own ring. She had the black Coach backpack, and it was beautiful.
I took it as a sign to fall off my long Coach wagon I'd ridden. Heh.....
