Rain, Rain, Go Away

So, Tyler and I are sitting in the McCarren Airport at 2:21pm. Yes, I know. Our flight was SUPPOSED to leave at 11:10am. Apparantly Houston (our connecting flight) is having record-breaking rains and so we have been grounded. Of course, this came after we loaded, taxied, and were ready for lift-off. We spent an hour 75 minutes on the tarmac (got through all my People magazine by that point) and another 45 minutes back at the gate before they would let us deplane (at which point I, of course, made conversation with the other passengers while Tyler tried to call the lady in charge of the apartment in Paris to let her know we won't be meeting her when we said we would.) And, really, a shout out to the flight attendants who are the bearer of bad news. We were all getting hungry and worried about missing our flights, etc. and they are frantic that people don't get off the plane unless the absolutely have to. I do have to say, though, that my "Amazing Race" and "Airline" TV watching have come in handy as I have made some phone calls and discussed our options to get to Paris in time (pretty much not gonna happen!) It looks like we'll end up in Houston and make it to Paris Sunday at noon instead of Saturday. I am trying to have a good attitude about it all. And not think about all the other things we could be doing. I mean we are officially on vacation, even if it's hanging out at swanky McCarren airport and eating Chili's-to-go. I'm calling my "inner Jenn" of airport prowess and going to offer to decline overnight/day accomodations in Houston in order to upgrade to first class tickets to Paris. That would be a silver lining on a rainy Houston cloud. **Raspberries**