That's my savior [on the left] in a land of aerial lame asses.
Alright. I've basically had the most ridiculous 3 days of all time. Okay, maybe just in the last couple of years. It all started on Wednesday. I was supposed to be on my way to Las Vegas in about 2 hours, but instead, I am not going anywhere awesome this weekend. Oh well.
Wednesday, I get the news that one of my very best friends is having her baby (it wasn't due for about 3 more weeks) and I have to fly to Colorado Springs immediately. Whelp. This is where it gets tough. I called US Airways (don't ask me why I didn't fly Southwest in the first place -- oh wait, it's Travelocity's fault), to see if I could change my flight for the next one out of DFW airport. Apparently, US Airways doesn't have much of a presence at DFW because the next flight out to Denver was at 12:30p on Thursday. I needed to be in Denver by, oh, as soon as possible. Didn't work. After about 50 minutes oh hold, I was told that I could take the next flight to Phoenix and fly from there to Denver. The only problem is that it put me in Denver at 12:15p. Seriously? At least the lady was nice, the on hold music certainly wasn't.
That's another thing, who the heck comes up with music for people on hold? They need new jobs. The music always sucks. It really put me into the mood to be a bitch, especially after 50 minutes of it. I wasn't though -- happy day for the reservations agent -- trust me.
Okay, back to the story at hand. I then decided that since Delta, US Airways, and United love each other, that I would try to get on a Delta flight. Oh wait, Delta hates DFW because American Airlines rules DFWlandia. That turned out to be a flub because they basically wanted to put me onto the same flight to Phoenix then Denver. United ... pfft. Don't even get me started. They're extra lame. I think they have 4 flights daily from DFW. Really? DFW is only one of the busiest, largest airports in all the world. C'mon.
That's when I decided to cancel all my flights (the one to Vegas and then back home). I then booked a flight over the phone with Southwest from Dallas-Love Field to Denver. I was on a plane in 4 hours after getting off the phone and for only $114 round trip!!! STEAL!!! This bring me to my title: Southwest Airlines kicks butt! Ahhhh. I'm now back home (thanks be to now having to work this weekend to be able to go to Colorado Springs).
Side note: I hate how Dallas-Love Field is being reduced to 20 gates and a smaller terminal. Thanks a lot Fart Worth for being the jealous sibling. Fart Worth: I'm sorry, but you will always be Dallas' largest suburb. Basically Fart Worth forced Dallas into agreeing to the Wright Amendment because Meacham got 1% of Texas air traffic while Love Field got 51% back in the 40s-70s. Look which airport is STILL more important. It's still Dallas. You. Lose. Plus, everyone (except those from FW) refers to the whole of the Metroplex as "Dallas." Fort Worth is kind of like San Jose is to San Fransisco. SJ is WAAAAY bigger than SF, but not as important. Ft. Worth is WAAAY smaller than Dallas, but not as important. Sorry Dango, Ft. Worth is the western, older version of cosmopolitan, sleek Dallas.
On a super great side bonus, I got to go through downtown Dallas (I'm just a little obsessed with Dallas) and scope out the new Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge construction. It's definitely going to be a LOT huger than I thought. And of course, Dallas has a gorgeous skyline. Of which there are many pictures.
Yum.
OH! I almost forgot. On my travels, I acquired some great things: vanilla beans, New Mexico chili powder, cinnamon (you know, the real kind -- that being Ceylon Cinnamon), aaaaaand my favorite white wine (sparking Spanish white -- Muscado). I pretty much love going to Dallas because I can find the rarer of things that I like to cook. Like true saffron. Not dyed saffron from Wal-Mart. Real. Yay for being forced to go to Dallas when I didn't want to! :D