We're Here...Sort Of

The good news is, after an anxious gate connection in Chicago, all of our bags and sticks arrived safe and sound. The bad news is, only a portion of the group arrived. Due to some rebooking by a doubting ticket agent in Greensboro, five of our group was moved to a later flight. The rest of us had to sprint to the gate in Chicago to make the flight (okay the gate was basically next door, but it was pretty hairy for a minute). The point is, we did make it, and we arrived on time.

After some haggling and trading at the Alamo counter, we ended up getting a Suburban, a Tahoe, and a minivan lined up - the latter of which we'll be leaving for the five stranded back in Chicago. Doogie arrives in another twenty minutes or so. We're currently hanging out at the airport bar getting some food and libations. I think we'll be here a while, as Lloyd, our bartender is kindly taking our orders one at a time. And by that, I mean he takes one order, walks it back to the kitchen, then returns to takes the next order. I think it's just an ingenious plot to get us to buy more beer while we're waiting.

Speaking of beer, most of us are sampling a local brew - "Point". I got the Amber, and it's pretty good.

Later, my friends....