I’m such an idiot.
Despite my best efforts to turn our OLYMPIC TRIALS WEEKEND from Epic* to Tragic* with one fatal click, I’ll still be in Houston this weekend.
Not April 13th like I apparently booked last week. January 13th. Tomorrow.
I went to check in for my flight because HELLO T-MINUS 24 HOURS AND COUNTING, and was about to call and yell at somebody that their website was broken and wouldn’t let me check in for my Olympic-destined flight.
It IS less than 24 hours before and more than 45 minutes before my flight, jerk, GIMME A BOARDING PASS!!!
Continental, you won this time, with your stupid change fee. I learned my lesson and pinky promise to commit more than 27 seconds of brain juice to my next flight booking.
As the optimist I’m NOT but am trying to be (a kinda sorta ’12 resolution) I’m considering it a small miracle that not only do they have flights at almost the exact depart/arrive times, but that there were seats available.
Because as much as it sucks paying 30 times more for a ticket than I
could should have, it would have sucked a MILLION TIMES MORE to miss the ridiculousness that will be #Houston2012 altogether.
* I never use these words. They are reserved for leather-bound classics you’re forced to read in 11th grade lit class and not my silly little life I write about with poor grammar and made-up words on the internet. BUT spectating the marathon olympic trials is as close as I’m going to get to “epic”, and missing them for a dumbshit careless mistake is as close to “tragic” as I’ll get. Hopefully.