Good to be Home.

So last night I finally got some of my oldest friends all together in the same room for the first time in about 6 years.

But I almost didn't even make it to Chicago.

Of course July 2 was the busiest I've ever seen the airport. All of the flights from Atlanta to Chicago were overbooked as hell so my flight went from being the 3:14 flight, to the 4:18 flight, to the 5:57 flight, to the 8:25 flight, to the 9:45 flight and ended up being the 11:10 flight. Right, that's six flights. Yes, it was a long day at Hartsfield-Jackson. The only way I was able to save face from the 10 hours I spent at the airport was that once I finally got on the plane I was in first class. And since I had been traveling with the same 5 passengers ALL DAY, we all were just relieved to make the last flight of the night.

And first class meant free drinks...so the mini-Jack and Cokes were on smash.
It's good to be home.