This weekend we decided to head home and visit our sweet families in Dallas. We left the house at 4:35 am on Saturday for our 7 am flight (we were striving for 430, but I "always make us late") and headed to Denver. It was a cold morning at only 30 degrees and it was pitch black outside as we made our way through the mountains to the Denver Airport (aka Western Kansas).
Michael was at the helm and took the roads cautiously as a result of the utter darkness. We chatted and laughed the whole way to the airport, until we suddenly decided to check the clock, realizing, with sheer panic, that it was 6 am and we still hadn't hit the exit for the airport!!!!
YIKES!! We finally got to the parking garage at 620 and sprinted to the American Airlines kiosk inside. We arrived at 624, more than the required 30 minutes prior to departure, but were amazed to find that we could not check in to our flight. A lovely man informed us that we would need to speak to a gate agent, which we did, and were rewarded with our boarding passes.
The panic wasn't over yet, however. We still had to make our way through security and (I thought) the dreaded DIA shuttle. Luckily, we were departing from terminal A which allows you to bypass the shuttle and use a much shorter, more convenient security line.
We flew through security (even though Michael had to get patted down) and then ran to our gate just in time to hop on the flight and soar to our destination at DFW.
After all that hassle, we had a fantastic time hanging out with my parents, visiting both my and Michael's grandparents, and chillin with both of our sisters. It was a very restful weekend and full of familial love. We missed seeing Michael's parents because they were in Atlanta celebrating our neice, Margaret's 1st birthday!! Boy does time fly.
Our trip home was much less eventful, save the 20 minute search through the parking lot for our car. Due to the initial rush, we could not remember where we'd parked! Thank goodness for panic buttons.
So, ultimately we learned this lesson: Don't fly out of DIA at 7 am and allot yourself at least 2 hours, especially if you're flying out at the crack of dawn!!
Michael was at the helm and took the roads cautiously as a result of the utter darkness. We chatted and laughed the whole way to the airport, until we suddenly decided to check the clock, realizing, with sheer panic, that it was 6 am and we still hadn't hit the exit for the airport!!!!
YIKES!! We finally got to the parking garage at 620 and sprinted to the American Airlines kiosk inside. We arrived at 624, more than the required 30 minutes prior to departure, but were amazed to find that we could not check in to our flight. A lovely man informed us that we would need to speak to a gate agent, which we did, and were rewarded with our boarding passes.
The panic wasn't over yet, however. We still had to make our way through security and (I thought) the dreaded DIA shuttle. Luckily, we were departing from terminal A which allows you to bypass the shuttle and use a much shorter, more convenient security line.
We flew through security (even though Michael had to get patted down) and then ran to our gate just in time to hop on the flight and soar to our destination at DFW.
After all that hassle, we had a fantastic time hanging out with my parents, visiting both my and Michael's grandparents, and chillin with both of our sisters. It was a very restful weekend and full of familial love. We missed seeing Michael's parents because they were in Atlanta celebrating our neice, Margaret's 1st birthday!! Boy does time fly.
Our trip home was much less eventful, save the 20 minute search through the parking lot for our car. Due to the initial rush, we could not remember where we'd parked! Thank goodness for panic buttons.
So, ultimately we learned this lesson: Don't fly out of DIA at 7 am and allot yourself at least 2 hours, especially if you're flying out at the crack of dawn!!
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