I had formulated the perfect plan for my birthday weekend. After scoring an incredibly low fare for a trip to New York, roommate and I packed up our bags and headed to the airport for a weekend of birthday fun and visiting a friend.
We arrived at the airport early enough that we decided to plant ourselves in Delta’s Crown Room. With unlimited drinks and an actual place to sit on a very crowded Friday afternoon at Hartsfield, we were ready to get the weekend started.
After hearing that our 3:45 flight had been delayed, we made ourselves comfortable in the CR and even made friends with a few soldiers heading back to Fort Stewart, some business men flying to Tampa and some secret service agents.
…wait, secret service agents? After some incredible sleuth work by roommate and I, we figured out that we were in the presence of greatness. That is, if you consider Elaine Chou, the US under secretary of labor, to be greatness. She does carry an entourage of 6 well suited men with earpieces, so she’s certainly more important than I will ever be.
At some point, the CR bartender knew roommate and my drink order well enough to have it ready whenever our drinks were low. We had been there for almost four hours, and the prospect of takeoff was starting to look bleak.
The 1:45 flight still had not taken off by 6:30, and all flights to LaGuardia after ours had already been canceled. Facing the prospect of arriving very late, if at all, we decided to cut our losses and cancel the trip.
But the problem remained… we were stranded at the airport. Both of us were too tipsy to drive, particularly in Friday rush hour traffic. Luckily roommate’s boyfriend battled Atlanta traffic to rescue us.
Worse than any other morning let’s go get my car story I’ve ever had, going to the airport park-n-fly hungover and early on a Saturday morning had to be the worst. But when you’re living for the stories, it all seems worth it.
JLH
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