Well, I thought I’d be writing you from sunny LA. Instead, a foggy LA left us stranded in Denver overnight.

Our first flight was on time, but our flight from Denver to LAX was initially delayed an hour due to a “crew shortage.” A lot of other passengers found it interesting that at 9:00 pm on New Years Eve, a staff member appeared to have started her party early. When we saw a line forming behind us with upwards of 100 people, we knew something was up.

While waiting out our delay, I overheard someone say that flights to San Diego and Orange Country had been canceled, and I had a feeling we would luck out.

Not even close. About ten minutes later, the desk agents announced our flight was canceled and started a mad dash to the other ticket counter. After 40 minutes of THAT line not moving, we went completely across the airport to the ticketing and check in counter to try our luck at getting a flight on Sunday.

After we spent a good hour talking with Thomas at the desk, he finally managed to get us on standby on the first flight out in the morning. We hopped in a taxi to head to our comped hotel for the night, arriving around 1am. 4 hours later, we were back on the road in the hotel shuttle, waiting to take our seats that we didn’t know if they existed or not.

The best part: our flight to LAX was delayed by a connecting flight from…you guessed it…Milwaukee.

Despite the hour long delay, there were still 11 people who failed to show up for the flight. Hoorayyyyy New Years Hangovers!!!! But I was foolish for thinking it would hold up. People rolled in late from the Milwaukee flight and took their original spots, and Craig and I were destined for another layover.

We’re trying to get a spot on the 12:15 flight, still on standby.

I’ve seen more of the Denver airport in the past 12 hours than anyone ever should.