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k - first of all. I've been going a little blog crazy so there are probably like 4 or 5 entries below you haven't seen. So make sure to look below.So what is the weird twist at the end of our trip? Remember how I told you we missed our airplane at the Phoenix airport on the way to Seattle?
WE MISSED THE AIRPLANE ON THE WAY BACK HOME TOO!!!Well, another stranded airport trip under our belt! This time it was NOT our fault. They blamed it on Mother Nature. We don’t think it was 100% nature’s fault.
They had thunderstorms/sandstorms in Phoenixand we kept circling around the airport. Joe was starting to get sick from the circling. He told me he was ready to grab for the barf bag. Then they announced the good news was we were going to stop our holding pattern of circling in the air waiting to land, but the bad news was we needed to go to Las Vegas to refuel. Originally we were going to stay there and connect from there, then they said, no, we would just refuel and then go BACK to Phoenix.
Down on the ground in Las VegasI called Caroline who said our connection flight was delayed too, but there was no way we would make it back in time. We were supposed to land in Phoenix at 5:10. It was almost 6. Our connection to Detroit was supposed to leave at 6:10 but Caroline told me it was delayed until 6:30.
Back in the air to Phoenixwe go. I think it was 6:30 at this time. I was thinking the worst but hoping for the best. I was seriously going to be angry if we got stranded AGAIN at the same damn airport.
I felt bad for all the mothers on the flight with very young children. We were on the flight a long time and with the landing and taking back off, I can only imagine their ears hurt a lot. There was a woman one seat back and across the isle from us with what looked to be a toddler who was a year and a half and a newborn who she said was 1 ½ months old. They did extremely well considering the long flight and all the taking off and landing we did. I'm glad I wasn't her but she said they actually travel a lot.
When we got back to Phoenix Joe looked at the departures and Detroit had already left and there were no more flights going to Detroit. Yep – we missed another departure AGAIN – and IN PHOENIX! Man, why couldn’t they have just left us at the Las Vegas airport? We could have at least went gambling!
So we stopped at the desk and they told us, sorry, there are no more flights going out of Detroit tonight so you will have to call and reserve a hotel and they weren’t going to pay for it, since they said it was weather related. Weather related? If we didn't run out of fuel we would have been able to hold in the air long enough for me to make my flight!!! I was pissed off. The next flight was going out of Phoenix to Detroit was at 9am and wouldn’t get into Detroit until 4pm Eastern. Oh fricking great! So we are wasting another day.
The thing that made us the most angry was that we really wanted to see Joey, we were homesick by now, and now we knew we wouldn’t be seeing him until late at night on Wednesday, where we were originally going to get into Detroit at midnight that night and Joe's mom and Grandma were going to drop him off in the morning.
We called Joe’s mom and told her that we missed our flight due to thunderstorms and we wouldn’t be getting into Detroit until at least 4pm the next day. She was bringing Joey down to our house so she had to change her plans since she planned to come in the morning, now she’d be coming in the evening to drop him off. I was crying by then, mostly because I just missed Joey and wanted to see him and we knew that it wouldn’t be until late the next day now.
We asked the people at the desk to NOT send our luggage anywhere. We wanted to pick it up so we could at least live out of it that night. Last time we got stuck in Phoenix we had NO luggage and that sucked!
Down to baggage we went. We never saw our luggage. We went to the US Airways counter to ask about it and they said there was a minimum of an hour before we would get it because they would have to find it and then load it into baggage. Finally – an hour went past and our baggage finally came through. FINALLY. Oh and by the way - this is American West airlines in case you were wondering.
I called this number to get a distressed passenger rate on a local hotel. It was the Crown Plazaand sounded nice. We finally got our baggage and called the hotel to get a shuttle. They didn’t answer. By then I’m pissed off. So I called again and again. Come on - pick up the phone! I need a SHUTTLE to come pick my butt up from the airport! Finally I called the reservation number. They asked if I talked to someone in Phoenix. I told them I tried to call the hotel but no one answered. He said they would try and they got a hold of someone and told us to go wait out front for the shuttle after he got a hold of someone. There was another family there with two younger girls and she was going to the same place as we were and had missed their flight as well so we rode the shuttle together.
I told them I was starving and hadn’t eaten since lunch. It was 8pm by then. I told them I was pregnant and the girls thought it was cool that I had a baby in my tummy. They offered me a salami sandwich and I accepted. It was good to eat something. We played around in the hotel for awhile while we were getting our rooms. The girl was jumping around on the colored tiles and said the white one were alligators and we couldn’t step on them. She was so cute.
Finally we got our room – on the executive floor for the rate of $59. The lady at the hotel counter said it was an awesome rate because their going rate for the night was $239! The floor we were on needed our room key inserted into the elevator to light up the floor number. The room wasn’t totally out of this world, but it had a fridge and microwave, which was nice and a few little extras like a linen spray and special soaps.
We ordered in pizza and it was expensive. A medium pizza, three toppings and a 1 liter of pop was $22.00. We ate that and then went to bed.
In the morning it was a frenzy of packing the rest of our stuff up, and getting ready to leave so we could catch the 7am shuttle back to the airport. Back on the airplane and it's a long flight - about 4 hours. Never are we doing another connection like that! Awful I tell you! Who connect from Detroit to Phoenix to go to Seattle? Dumb I tell you!
Hours later we get into Detroit. It seemed like forever before we got the bags and to our car. I was almost ready to KISS our van when we saw it.
When we got home I was almost ready to kiss the house (can you imagine driving by seeing someone kissing the bricks of their house? I was ready to!). Instead I bolted into the house to hug and kiss Joey. He looked a little startled and surprised to see us. It was a happy reunion and I almost cried seeing him, I was so happy. So that is our little trip gone wrong! At least we had a great time with Caroline and Jason, but we were really happy to be HOME!