Okay, so let me try to re-write the post that the internet ate. I left work and drove to the airport on Thursday. I got there a little bit later than I meant to, but I wasn’t too worried about it. Usually I get to the airport 2 or 3 hours early and then I end up waiting at my gate for an hour and 59 minutes because I whiz through everything. So I go through the ticketing lickety-split and I go up to stand in line for security. The line was pretty long, about as long as I’ve seen it. I was like “Aw, man” but I wasn’t worried about it because I had about an hour until my flight left. However, when I went to stand in line, the people were like “Oh no, the line starts back there.” I turn and look down the hallway and the line extends off into the distance. It was CRAZY. When I got to the end of the line, I’d say that there were about 2,000 people in front of me! They even had those signs like at an amusement park that said, “30 minutes until security”, “40 minutes until security”, etc. I’d say I probably had at least an hour wait. So at this point, I’m getting worried, so I’m calling Dave every couple of seconds to give him updates. Luckily for me, they had a person walking up and down the line calling out boarding times, so if your boarding time came up you could cut to the front of the line so you wouldn’t miss your flight. Shortly after I got in line the line extended all the way to the lobby of the Hotel that was in the airport. Anyway, after about 30 min. of being in line my boarding time came up, so I was able to skip up to the front of the line. It still took another 15 minutes or so once I got to the front of the line, so by the time I got through security my plane had been boarding for about 10 minutes. Of course I had to take my belt and shoes off to get through security so I’m trying to hurry down the hall while my pants (pre-weightloss) are falling around my knees and I’m trying to not trip on my shoestrings while threading my belt through my pants. So I finally get to my gate and nobody’s boarding. After I get my pants back on and my shoes tied, I asked the lady next to me what was going on. She said, “Haven’t you heard? The airport in Chicago is closed because of a storm.”::sigh:: This of course prompted many more calls to Dave. Finally they put us on the plane, but this was only because they needed the gate for another plane. We had to sit on the runway for an hour before we could take off, then we had another 2 hour flight to Chicago. Of course I was in a middle seat this whole time. Not too comfortable!