Day 1: New Years Eve

The clock at Jonn's house right before we headed out
The clock at Jonn's house right before we headed out
3:26 am
We woke up at 3am and headed down to San Antonio to catch our flight. The drive down was uneventful... no one fell asleep or got lost on the way. Check-in was a breeze, so thankfully we had time to sit and have a little breakfast before the flight.

Jonn standing underneath the Nebraska sign
Jonn standing underneath the Nebraska sign
While walking through the concourse in the San Antonio airport (which incidentally has been recently renovated and looks fantastic), we saw posters celebrating the Alamo Bowl everywhere. They had even put up signs congratulating Nebraska for winning. One of Jonn's friends, Rod, is a huge Nebraska fan so we stopped and took a picture for him.

Once we got on the plane, we were informed that there was some kind of weather delay. It wasn't really explained very well except for the fact that it would delay out takeoff by 45 minutes... the exact amount of time of our layover in Atlanta.

Jimmy fell asleep almost immediately meanwhile Jonn just stared blankly at the seat in front of him. As we approached Atlanta, Jimmy finally woke up and noticed that the Rose Bowl tickets, previously kept snuggly in his laptop case in plain view, were missing. After a
Jimmy sleeping on the flight from San Antonio to Atlanta
Jimmy sleeping on the flight from San Antonio to Atlanta
brief panicked searching, the tickets magically appeared between our heads, being handed to us by the passengers in the row behind. Apparently the tickets fell out of my bag and somehow slipped under the seat. Thankfully they weren't USC fans or this website would be much shorter.

Finally landing in Atlanta, the stewardess came on the intercom and instructed everyone that "If Atlanta is your final destination, please stay seated and allow other passenegers to exit the plane to give them a chance to make their flights." This did not feel good...

We quickly exited the plane and looked up our flight to L.A... which was in a different terminal. I don't know if you've ever been to the Atlanta airport, but the terminals are connected by an underground railroad... you can't just run to catch your flight. We hurried down to the tram and rode over to the correct terminal. After a failed attempt by Jimmy to ride "up" the "down" escalator, we walked up to our gate.

They were in the final stages of boarding the plane when we walked up. The ticket agent checking the boarding passes was none too pleased to see us. As we handed her our passes, Jonn commented "Thanks for holding the plane for us." To which she replied "We didn't hold it... we're just still here." She then proceeded to be a complete b*tch to us... and if it wasn't for the fact that she had the power to keep us off the plane, we may have started something. Frankly, we were just pleased we didn't miss the flight altogether.

We walked on to the plane, which was in a 2-3-2 seats configuration. We walked down to our row and found two ladies sitting in our seats. Apparently they were flying standby. So after kicking them out we settled in for a long flight to Los Angeles.

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