“Oooh! Lousy Smarch weather.”—Homer Simpson
Boy, it felt good to get that one out of my system.
I intended the title of this series to be simply inspired by The Simpsons, but I truly have had need to be wary of the Ides of Smarch for the start of this trip.
Together with my compadre, David Sundberg, I was returning to Phoenix, AZ to visit my old friend, Mat O’Donnell, and his wife, Carolyn. Relatively speaking, we threw this trip together on the fly and only about two months out. We also decided to make it an extra long trip and go out on a Friday and come back 10 days later on a Sunday.
With the multiple whammies of leaving on popular travel days, being out of the statistical sweet spot, leaving during the start of the spring break month for many colleges, and heading to a warm locale, I was unable, for the first time in over 20 years of travel, to find a good deal. Even my old stalwart, Southwest Airlines, wanted over $700 for a round trip ticket.
I managed to score a passable deal through Orbitz, but even had a challenge with that as I had to go through different airlines coming and going to score any type of a deal. Still, it was all worth it for another period of adventures with Mat & Carolyn.
Omaha had been blasted by its first real winter in nearly 11 years with over 59 inches of snow dumped on us to date. But we seemed to have found a respite with a week of clear, if cold, weather.
I awoke to a beautiful day on Friday with nary a cloud in the sky. It looked like ideal traveling weather so I spent the morning getting in a hard workout, getting my new car registered, picking up Dave and making certain I had all of my gear in order.
My friend, Craig Ristow, had graciously offered to give us a lift to the airport and, as he left to go put air in his spare tire, I happened to check my e-mail and found a message from American Airlines with the subject line “Your flight has been changed.”
“Oh, goody,” mused I. “We’re delayed.”
I opened the letter and found to my horror and shock that our flight had been canceled.
It was a beautiful. . . nay, a perfect day. How could the flight be canceled?
American Airlines tried to rebook us on Saturday with a flight leaving at 5:33pm and would get us to Phoenix slightly after midnight. No way, Jose.
They had a list of alternative flights, but none of them were good flights. Most required 8+ hours of travel. The best of the worst was a flight leaving at 6:31am which would take us to Charlotte, NC and then back west to Phoenix.
Yep, you read that right. We had to go east to go west. However, it would also get us to Phoenix at 2pm so we booked it.
And maybe it worked out for the best as Craig’s spare tire could not hold air and he would have not made it to the airport. Instead, I guarded the rear of his van as I watched his spare fall to pieces on the road as we drove to Tires Plus for him to get a replacement.
Afterwards the three of us went to lunch at Burger King and had some wonderful conversation while waiting for a new tire to be mounted on Craig’s van. Dave and I dropped Craig off at the tire store and returned to my home where I called American Airlines to find out why the flight had been canceled and to see if they would endorse our tickets for a direct flight through Southwest on Saturday.
The message suggested that severe weather had canceled the flight, but I have doubts about that as Mat later informed me that ours was the only flight canceled and the plane was coming from Phoenix. The agent, while friendly, told me airlines no longer endorse tickets for other airlines so Dave and I were set for a convoluted day of flying.
We made a run to the grocery store to get supplies for a late dinner and turned in early as we had to get up at the crack of doom to get to the airport.
I didn’t sleep much and gave up trying to find slumber at 3am. At 3:30am, Dave woke up and I checked my e-mail to make sure we weren’t delayed or canceled again. Mercifully, we weren’t.
I drove us down to the airport where we parked at the Budget lot. The parking spots, understandably, were still laden with snow. I drove up onto a little patch, uttering a quick prayer that the weather would warm up enough over the next 9 days to melt the patch down to size.
Dave and I checked in and waded through a moderately long security line, but got to our gate in plenty of time for our flight to North Carolina.
This was the smallest plane I had ever flown on. Not only was the plane small, but each row was only 4 seats across. We were slightly delayed due to deicing, but a powerful tail wind got us to Charlotte on time.
So there we were in Charlotte, WOO!, North Carolina: stomping grounds of the famed professional wrestler, “Nature Boy” Ric Flair. Dave and I were hungry, but we had missed the breakfast run and lunch was being served in the restaurants. I didn’t want a burger that early in the day, so I bought a piece of string cheese while Dave ordered a Double Whopper combo.
Well, that was the idea, anyway. We had to rush to our concourse for our next flight and Dave found he had been shorted his fries. For him, “the icing on the crap cake”, as he said was that he was able to purchase a shot glass at a nearby store.
We boarded our flight and I caught my first break of the trip. The third person in my row on the sold out flight did not show up, so I moved to the aisle seat to enjoy a bit more space. Also,we will be arriving on time, so there’s still time for adventure on this day. I needed to eat so I paid $10.99 for a fairly healthy Valencia Chicken sandwich which had chicken, Havarti cheese, pickled veggies, and an almond romesco sauce on a ciabatta bun. The bun was quite crumbly, but it tasted decent and even included a good chocolate chip cookie. I also got a full can of Dr. Pepper to sip on while I read a book and worked on this article.
We ended up landing on time where Mat was waiting to greet us and he informed us he had booked an escape room at 4:30pm over at Escape Games AZ. So we dashed on over to his place, got set up in our rooms, and headed over to begin our escape attempt with friends of Mat and Carolyn.
The room was called Blaine’s Basement and the plot of the room was that the FBI was holding a suspected serial killer named Blaine Everbleed who they think killed 4 people and possibly a fifth. He could only be held for 24 hours without evidence to charge him and he was now in his 23rd hour. Desperate, the FBI called in a group of mediums to find the evidence needed to put this psycho away.
I enjoyed this room a lot more than the previous one as it focused on different puzzles and had secret passages and red herrings. It was another nailbiter, but we managed to escape with slightly over 7 minutes to spare, though the ending was just kind of there.
Afterwards, we all headed to dinner at The Cornish Pasty Company which essentially serves gourmet hot pockets. So many delicious choices, but I went with a spicy asiago chicken as it sounded healthy and tasty. Not too bad at all, though it needed more spice.
Lack of sleep and a long day began to tucker me out, but I managed to summon enough juice to battle Mat and Dave in Super Mario Party on the Nintendo Switch, though Mat managed to edge me in a pyrrhic victory.
But, now, to bed and another round of escapades tomorrow.