Ry and I went to Texas for his SMU and UT-Austin MBA school interviews (Ry's mom watched Talmage for us...thank you Julie) and on the way back our flight was delayed, and delayed, and delayed some more, and then canceled. We were in the airport from 4pm to 8am the next morning. Around 2:30 we got some cots and blankets that were graciously provided for us by the Austin Airport and went and found our self a cozy corner of the airport to make our bedroom. We woke up around 5 with hundreds of people all around us checking in for their flights but I was so tired I didn't care and went back to sleep until 6. The most awkward though was when I got up and had to walk to the bathroom and weave through all these people that saw I just rolled out of bed... I was like "good morning.." It was pretty hilarious, and I'm sure the American Airlines and Southwest people were wondering why we were sleeping there. We got back home though, after being flown to San Diego and renting a car to Las Vegas (all flights were full for 2 days!), but, got back to see our little boy that we missed so much. And no compensation was provided. Moral of the story? Never trust a delayed flight.
Ry and I went to Texas for his SMU and UT-Austin MBA school interviews (Ry's mom watched Talmage for us...thank you Julie) and on the way back our flight was delayed, and delayed, and delayed some more, and then canceled. We were in the airport from 4pm to 8am the next morning. Around 2:30 we got some cots and blankets that were graciously provided for us by the Austin Airport and went and found our self a cozy corner of the airport to make our bedroom. We woke up around 5 with hundreds of people all around us checking in for their flights but I was so tired I didn't care and went back to sleep until 6. The most awkward though was when I got up and had to walk to the bathroom and weave through all these people that saw I just rolled out of bed... I was like "good morning.." It was pretty hilarious, and I'm sure the American Airlines and Southwest people were wondering why we were sleeping there. We got back home though, after being flown to San Diego and renting a car to Las Vegas (all flights were full for 2 days!), but, got back to see our little boy that we missed so much. And no compensation was provided. Moral of the story? Never trust a delayed flight. 
