Boy I hate flying too. A week ago (Feb 24) I was getting out of the shower at 5:15 a.m. at my mom's house in Denver, getting ready to home to Montana, when my phone rings, and its a robocall from United, telling me that my flight's cancelled. They get me on a later flight that supposed to leave at 7:20 p.m., only that plan has mechanical difficulty and it doesn't leave until 9:30. I get to Bozeman, and its quarter to midnight. Which wouldn't be so bad, except I live in Helena which is 90 miles away, and it just started snowing. I start the drive home, and it rapidly turns to whiteout conditions. I try to get a motel room 30 miles away in Three Forks, but the sign at the only motel says "Front Desk closed until 8:00 a.m." So I drive in the whiteout until I get to Townsend, and bang on my buddy's door at 1:45 a.m. to sleep on his couch until daylight, when I could safely drive the remaining 35 miles home.
At least the beers were good in the Denver airport. I had a very good saison and IIPA from the Boulder brewery.