JFK drama and fat pigeons

Yesterday, I decided that it would be a good idea to go to JFK early to try to get on an earlier flight. I wanted to make it to Chicago in time to attend Andrew's frat's ugly xmas sweater party. I went to the airport around 3 o'clock and asked if I could fly stand by on an earlier flight. Of course, all of the flights were full and there was no room on stand by. So, I checked my bags and sat down with my computer, prepared to spend the next 5 and 1/2 hours in the airport. After contemplating for about 2 hours on whether or not to get drunk alone, my mom calls me and tells me my flight will be leaving at 10:30 pm instead of 8:30 pm. Great...so I get to sit in JFK for an extra 2 hours. I sign on to facebook and see Rachel's facebook status: "Sitting at JFK". OMG!!! I immediately comment on her status and tell her I am doing the same. She then IMs me and we find out we are on the same flight. YAY! A drinking buddy!! I walk over to where she is sitting and we decide it would be a great idea to do a terminal 5 bar crawl. We sit down at the first bar, order a drink, and have a conversation with a drunk, awkward man. My mom then calls to inform me that my flight has been moved to 9:20 (good thing my mom is on top of these things and still watches out for me, or else I would be screwed...). Rachel and I then have to scramble to get our things, pay for our drinks, and run to our gate. We board the plane, happy that our flight is taking off "early" when our pilot informs us that we have to switch planes. So we get of the plane, and go to the new gate. We then have to switch gates two more times. By the time we get to our last gate, it is 10:30. Ok, so I start to hope that we will leave soon. We board the plane and the pilot tells us that our plane must be de-iced and it will take about 10 minutes. Ugh. Ok whatever. Two hours later (at midnight) we FINALLY take off. We land at O'hare around 2:30 am. I've definitely missed the party. :( I then called Drake about 10-15 times and of course, his drunk ass doesn't answer the phone, so I just take a cab to his parent's condo. When I get to the condo, I ask the doorman for the key, and he tells me he has no key for me. GREAT. Now what. I call Drake about 10 more times and he FINALLY answers and tells me just to come upstairs. I then proceed to go upstairs and pass out on his couch.

But, after all of that, I am home in one piece and hating the fact that it is -20 degrees out.

BTW...

Me and Drake saw the FATTEST pigeon today! He kind of looked like this:


xoxo,
Kels