So everyone has been waiting for the blog post from the week with the stupid ass adventure. Well....here it is.
My dad and I were already running a little late for the airport when disaster struck. All four lanes of traffic were shut down right before the exit we needed to get off of for the airport. My flight was scheduled to leave the gate at 12:30, I stepped up to check-in at 12:31. “Oh well,” I sighed before putting a smile and asking a clerk what my other options were.
After a bit of thought, I took the fun one. Phoenix, Az. I wasn’t even away from the desk good before I was on my phone and making phone calls to assemble everyone. After a dozen or so calls, an idea was in play. A small meet-up in the parking lot. Since I wasn’t sure how long my lay-over was it added a since of excitement to the whole thing. After enjoying a 4 hour wait in the Oakland airport I had a fairly short flight over to Phoenix. Then things got really interesting.
My buddy Jake was waiting for me in the terminal of Phoenix Sky Harbor airport and we found out that my layover was for only 20 minutes. Once we decided that really wasn’t enough time to have any real fun, we walked down to the ticket counter to see if I had any other options for flights home. I spent a few moments shamelessly flirting with the girl at the kiosk as she worked the computer to see what she could do for me. She told me I could buy a ticket out for tomorrow for $300 some odd dollars or make my flight out in 20 minutes. I decided Jake was cute, but not that cute. But then she leaned in and said take your time going through security, you may miss your flight, and get to fly out tomorrow instead. So Jake and I rush over to Starbucks. Were we spent the next 20 minutes or so looking at the wall art and shooting the **** before I walked over to the security check point were it actually did take me about 10 minutes to get through (I had to turn my head and cough). Before ambling to the gate to find out I had just missed my flight. I went back down to the ticket counter to give my well practiced sob story to the girl at the counter were I put on a stand-by flight for 11:15 the next day. This actually didn’t go all that smoothly at one point we had 5 people trying to figure out how to work the computer to put me back in the system due to the number of flights I had missed already.
On the way out of the airport and still riding my high from a small triumph over the system, I started calling other people. I managed to get a hold of Brandon and Windy. Two of my really close friends when I lived in phoenix last. I also chose to call Saebbe, it seemed a bit irresponsible to be in the same state as her and not call. I called a few other people, but everyone else had a good excuse for not hanging out with me, like that fact I had a habit of getting them arrested. We swung by Brandon’s apartment, this place has always been a cave of awesome, but it has just gotten crazier since I left. I only dawned on me in retrospect I should have gotten picture. He has taken to collecting vintage arcade machines has has them setup in his living room. that aside. It was a 20-30 year old guy’s wet dream place to live. We had windy meet up with us at a food place and ate a loud fun dinner. We jumped a fence back into Brandon’s apartment complex because it was the fastest way back in. Then Jake in I made the tough choice.
It is 11pm. Saebbe and Stryder are in Heber which is 3 hours north of Phoenix. There is snow on the ground between here and there. And Jake had to be at work the next day. After a really tough internal battle, I decided to go see them. Quoting Jake “ He ending up in Az on a accident and stayed on a whim. And decided on a whim to visit an accident. Truer words had not been spoken in some time. So 200 some odd miles, 7000 feet of elevation change, and a 40 degree drop later, we found ourselves in Heber. Myself staring my son and my past in the eyes. We sat and talked about things for a bit, took a few pictures, and got to know each other some. This is one of the longer continuous conversations that Saebbe and I had in some time. Jake was polite enough to pretend to be sleep to make things a little less awkward. Since we had a three hour drive back south ahead of us and Jake had to work we didn’t stay very long. After a painful goodbye. I exited and we made our way back down south to the valley once again.
Once back in the Valley I ate breakfast with Windy and one of the girls she went to nursing school with before making one more trip to the airport. After countless smooth security checkpoints in countless places. Including the fact I have done this one about 3 times in the past twelve hours. The time after I had just pulled an all nighter. I got bag checked, and the T.S.A completely emptied my bag on a table and swabbed it for explosives. Since it was right before her lunch break. Once my entire world for the past few weeks lay exposed on that table, she ran off. Leaving me in a pile of my belongings, clutching my socks in one hand and my silent rage in the other.
I did eventually make it onto a plane headed home on stand by. The gate agent gave me the instructions, ”get on hope the don’t call your name your name to get off, and I hope you make it.“ That plane took off and landed twice in Missouri. But eventually I set it foot back in Alabama completely exhausted and in desperate need of a shower.