The One with the Awful Flight

Ok, so I just went on a week long trip to Washington D.C. and NYC with my friend from cyto school, Craig. We stayed with his friend Becky and her roommate Kelin. I had an awesome time and I will tell you more about it later, but for now we are going to talk about the return flight home. We had all gone out the night before in Adams Morgan, and it was a late one. So, I get up early with very little sleep to get to the Baltimore airport by 11 for my 12:30 flight. I go to checkin and the man at the Continental counter tells me that I am to late for my flight. They had changed my flight to 11:15 without notifying me! So, now I am put on a 2:00 flight to Houston with a standby flight to Austin for 5:25 and a confirmed flight for 7. So, Craig and I hang out in the airport from 11-2. Thank God Craig was there for entertainment. Then my flight to Houston lands an hour and half late due to storms. It was a very turbulent landing which I had never experienced before. So, now I am tired, irritated, and a little freaked out, and I have to go figure out if I am on this standby flight or not. I go up to the lady at the gate, and she very rudely while giving me a you're an idiot look tells me I am on the earlier flight which is now leaving at 7:20. I ask her if my bags are going to be on that flight or the later flight that I was confirmed on like the man in Baltimore told me to ask. She snaps at me that there is no way they will be on this flight and I will have to wait for my luggage when I land in Austin. At this point I have a breakdown and start crying. I call Karen and my mom and they calm me down. I go to Papasito's and pay an outrageous price for a margarita which makes me feel alot better. By now, both my flights have changed and are going out of the same gate, and the later flight is leaving before the ealier flight. So, I get on it and finally leave Houston with my luggage at the same time. I didn't get to Austin until 9:30. My original flight that I had scheduled before my trip had me home at 4:30. I finally got to my house at 11 and immediately went to sleep. Thank God I didn't have to go to work until noon on Monday! Anyway, I've had all easy flights in the past, so I guess I was due!