What's Worse than Snakes on a Plane? 27 Hours on a plane.

Things We Say:

Race you to Salt Lake City!--Boyfriend to the boy sitting next to him.
At first, I was as perplexed as you are.  After all, you both are on the same plane, so how do you know who won? It turns out that whoever's side of the plane landed first is the winner.  I had never thought of this game, and thought it was nifty, so I thought I'd share.

Blurb My Brain:

So I'm in transit, sitting in a cozy airport gate chair.  We are in Salt Lake City, Utah, although we should have been in Great Falls, Montana about 12 hours ago.  We got to and from Detroit ok, but landing in Salt Lake was bad.  Winds up to 40 knots (I guess that's like 50mph) wouldn't let us land, so we circled around the airport a few times, before diverting to Grand Junction, Colorado.  Grand was not the word I would use to describe the 3 hour delay we had as we were forced to stay on the plane while the pilot lied to us, saying they were refueling.  Planes are considerably larger than cars, but even I know that they don't take 3 hours.  The best part was when my alarm to wake up in the morning went off, signaling that I had been awake for 24 hours.  Three hours later, I was at the hotel in Salt Lake, using Skype to call various family members.

Featured Randoms:

Speaking of Skype, that shit is the bomb.  I was able to call landlines for 2.3cents a minute, and call Germany for the same rate.  I was super excited.