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Saturday, Dec 19th:
8:00: Wake up.
8:30: Get ride to airport for 10:00 flight.
10:00: Flight is delayed till 11:00.
11:00: Flight is delayed till 12:00.
12:00: Flight is delayed till 1:00.
1:00: On plane!
1:30: Haven't taken off yet.
2:00: Getting off plane. Flight is cancelled.
2:30: Rebooked for a 4:00 flight.
4:00: Flight is delayed till 7:00.
5:00: Flight is cancelled. Rebook for 8:00 flight tomorrow morning.
6:00: Shuttle bus to the Marriott, minus luggage.
7:00: Room service + Alexis Bledel in Post-Grad.
9:00: Pass out in my jeans and bra, cause, you know, no luggage.

Sunday, Dec 20th:
6:00: Wake up. Chug coffee.
6:30: Shuttle bus to airport. OH HAI AIRPORT.
7:00: Flight is cancelled. Rebook for 4:00 flight.
8:00: Flight is cancelled. Rebook for 7:00 flight.
8:00 - 1:00: Watch Dollhouse episodes. BEST FUCKING SHOW. EVER. WOW. OMG.
1:00: Mom convinces me to change flight for a 3:30 flight to Buffalo.
2:00: Go to gate.
3:00: Flight is delayed till 4:00.
4:00: Flight is still delayed. Apparently captain is busy flying another plane.
5:00: Flight is still delayed. Apparently captain is in Baltimore and won't be leaving any time soon.
5:15: Change back to 7:00 Rochester flight.
7:00: Flight is delayed till 7:30.
7:30: Flight is delayed till 8:00.
8:00: Flight is cancelled.
8:15: Call mom hysterically crying; lady in airport asks me what is wrong.
8:30: Rebook for 4:00 flight tomorrow.

And ... that is the story. I spent last night with my aunt and uncle (less lonely than another hotel) and I took my 4pm flight today, which was delayed about an hour (piece of cake!) and finally got home, glorious, wonderful, sweet home, at 7.

(Sorry for the multiple posts, just want to save this saga for my later amusement)