Lazy for the Holidays

Saturday was spent doing a lot of logistical work around Mother's house: moving electronics, unhooking devices, re-connecting devices, setting up devices. Also, we watched Father Ted and ate Donatos for dinner. Adri got jewelry and I got fatter. So not fair. Hooray, holidays!

Afterwards, we visited an old family friend. Er, a long-time family friend. I mean, sure, she's getting up there, but I wouldn't call her old... 91 is the new 51! Was wonderful to see her and she and Adri got along like a house on fire. It's not surprising: I am and have always been surrounded by very strong, capable women, and these two are no exception. I'm a lucky man.

Adri, Ruby, and Ryan in our holiday best.

Adri, Ruby, and Ryan in our holiday best.

Sunday was spent mostly shopping and hanging out with the Stynchulas. We ate dinner at a place called Wings and Rings, clearly a BW3 knock-off, but the wings were delivered five to a bowl (yes, a bowl) and doused in sauce, not spun or remotely evenly coated. All the little bowls made it feel like a dim sum sports bar. It was very strange. The fries and cheese sticks were on point, though. It's not the food that matters, though, but the company of polite society.

"Polite society."

"Polite society."

Which brings us to Monday, the day of re-packing and travel and our first real opportunity to try out the TSA Pre line. We got to the airport pretty early because we didn't want to risk getting caught up with all the people trying to reschedule their flights that'd been canceled due to the terrible weather in the west. When we finally got our bags checked we walked over to the concourse and saw a line that was easily a 60 minute wait to get through security. Then we saw a very short, straight, empty lane that ended at a TSA agent sitting at a kiosk and looking very lonely. That was the TSA Pre lane. We walked directly through, bags on the belt, no shoes off, no laptops out, and we were on the other side in less than a minute.

Totally worth the Global Entry fee. Totally.

Then we made our way to the airport bar because we suddenly had two hours to burn until our scheduled departure time. It also gave us an opportunity to have some fun with our little friend.

Gnomeo likes his drink.

Gnomeo likes his drink.

Combine this with some fish and chips that were surprisingly good for an airport bar and the fact that we could see our gate from where we were sitting, we felt pretty good. Until we moved to the waiting area and found out that our plane was missing something pretty important: a captain.

After way too much waiting for a captain, we finally got on the plane. Our flight that should've left at 6pm was finally in the air... at 8pm. I called the airline and was told that not only were they aware of what was going on, but that they already (via math or magic, not sure which) decided that we weren't going to make the connecting flight and had already re-booked us on tomorrow's. It's entirely possible that our connecting flight will be delayed and we'll make great time (did I mention I'm writing this at 33,000 feet?) and the airplane gods will shine their light down upon us and we'll somehow make the flight. It's possible. Not all that likely, but possible. Regardless, if it does happen, we'll definitely not have our luggage. So, double-edged sword, that.

Looking at the Flight Aware maps and the average actual departure time of our connecting flight (combined with our arrival and departure gates, which are almost literally right next to one another), we just might pull this one off.

Still, just to be safe... anybody know anything fun to do during a 18-hour layover in Miami?