Savannah: Part Deux 5: Charlotte Airport. Eew.

Welp, the Savannah trip has come to an end.
And the Sitting in the Airport in Charlotte trip is getting extremely, extremely old.
But rather than jump around too much, I'll start with a recap of last night and eventually work my way to the gray faux-leather airport chair my caboose is going numb in.

The Crab Shack:
Reason enough to go back to Savannah. The platter for two was enough to feed three, at least. It would kill Uncle Tom fourteen times over.
Two kinds of crab, crawfish, shrimp, mussels, sausage, potatoes, corn and a slice of key lime pie for dessert. All of it was fantastic.
Everything was outdoors, with big fans and mist machines all over. Our table overlooked the marsh/river area and we could watch fish jump while we ate their brethren.
Right when we sat down, the waitress came over and congratulate us on our engagement. News travels fast.
(Actually, a family who had been at the lighthouse when Joey proposed was at a table a few feet away. They bought us beer.)

After dinner Joey and I headed back to Tybee beach for a sweet sunset walk. As we were walking back towards the car, all the little sand crabs started breaking out of their holes around us. Not an ideal time to be barefoot, but generally fun to watch.

Watching the setting sun and scurrying crabs left Joey and I in the mood for mojitos.
Actually, I'm not sure the sun and crabs had much to do with that. I think we just really like mojitos. Anyway. We headed to Jazz'd to imbibe. I'm pretty sure the bartenders there make the best mojitos this side of Dixie. They use giant chunks of fresh lime instead of lime juice and the effect is incredible. Mmmmmmojitos.

We got up this morning, packed up our belongings and headed out. I miss Savannah already.

At the airport, the nice folks at Northwest Air informed us that our flight had been overbooked. There was a US Air flight leaving shortly after our scheduled flight, though, and we were told that the US Air flight could get us to Indy at the same time as the NWA one. If we switched, NWA would provide Joey and me with vouchers, good for a round-trip ticket anywhere NWA flies, plus $30 in airport food coupons.

We took the deal.

We ate at the Dewar's restaurant, where I had a marinated portabella sandwich (yum!) with cottage fries (also yum!) and Joey had a BBQ sandwich. For free. Thank you, NWA.

And that's pretty much where the good times stopped rolling.

Our US Air flight had a small scheduled layover in Charlotte.
When we got to the gate, we were told we had a delay due to basic maintenance, but we should depart for Indy no later than 4:15.
Then the not-so-nice US Air folks told us we had a second delay because of weather, but that the plane was in the air and we should depart for Indy no later than 5:40.
THEN the flight was canceled, just as a previously canceled flight in the gate next to us was reinstated. Curious.

So amid about 38798478937498327897598370384 other US Air customers who had canceled flights, Joey and I had to go in and out of security checkpoints for a good couple hours this afternoon. We're on the standby list for the 9:20 flight to Indy...but odds are not looking so hot right now. I think there's about elevendy billion other, similarly disgruntled, customers on the standby list as well.

We are, however, booked on the 7:15 a.m. flight tomorrow if nothing pans out tonight.
Worst case scenario: Airport bar, followed by a night of uncomfortable sleeping on the airport floor. I refuse to sleep on the chair I'm currently sitting in. I think it's intentionally designed to force the buttox into a sort of numb submission after a certain amount of time. It's like it's yelling at me, wondering angrily why I haven't gone away yet to bother its third cousin, the coach seat in row 10B.

xo!