HAPPY THURSDAYYYYYYYY ish. Is it? I hope so. Anyway, if you follow me on any social media, you know that it took me 900,000 hours and a couple glasses of wine to get from NYC to Atlanta last weekend – what should normally be a simple 3+ hour direct flight, ya know? so what happened you ask? WELL LET ME TELL YOU because it was an adventure, it taught me things, and better than anything else, brought me to new places, like the beloved and faraway place of Knoxville Tennessee.
we’ll get there. first things first. I had this trip planned since January – it was a “reward trip” lets call it that I had planned with someone else as a congrats for us making it through sober January … even though I wasn’t perfect (don’t worry I made up for the lost days in Feb!!). Why Atlanta? I still don’t know to be honest – could’ve been that I love the city, that it’s equidistant to us both, that the fried chicken is just that good that I would for shurrr get on a plane for it any point, but all of that to say – I was SO EXCITED FOR THIS TRIP. so there I am, Thursday in my office, the day before I leave for Atlanta counting down til 7am when my plane would take off – when everyone started getting Emergency Weather Alert emails, including mine from Delta. nothing says “panic mode” like receiving an email from your airline that you can change your flight for free due to “inclement weather”. JOY. if I were going anywhere else at any other time with any other person, I would’ve said “mehhhh, i’ll chance it and if I have to cancel, I cancel”. WASNT HAPPENING THIS TIME. did I mention the fried chicken?!?!so I had to make a game time decision, with the help of my Delta Customer Service Rep Gary of course – do I fly out Thursday night to some surrounding random city but dodge the storm –or– keep my Friday morning flight, chance it and potentially risk my weekend cancelled. WELL I DECIDED ADVENTURE WAS CALLING so I ran out of work immediately, showered and packed a bag and went straight to the airport because I booked the next flight out to the closest possible city I could find to Atlanta = Knoxville TN. of…all…places….
the original plan was to fly out of NYC, land in Knoxville around 11pm and take a 4-hour 6am bus to Atlanta. but then the question was, what do I do between 11pm and 6am!?!? well – I put out some feelers and lo’ and behold, my sister had a friend who lived in Knoxville who GRACIOUSLY let me crash on her blow up mattress for the few hours I was in town WITH HER DOGS SLEEPING WITH ME. I MEAN CAN YOU THINK OF A BETTER OPTION!! I almost slept on the floor of an AIRPORT for goodness sake!
so fly to Knoxville I did, I slept (ish) and went directly to ATL first thing in the morning, and the rest is history … or a future blog post (minus the bus breaking down but it was so traumatizing i just have to tell myself it didnt happen). what I loved is that the whole situation was HYSTERICAL to me and felt really fun. there was something about navigating the twists of turns that made it exciting and great and honestly — who am I to complain about cancelled flights and a place to sleep in a city I’ve never been to all while heading to another great city with an awesome person?! it was worth the hassle and remembering that everything can be an adventure was the most perfect lesson and reminder that i needed. also, now I need to really visit Knoxville. anyone want to join?