apropos of anything

The “ish” because it wasn’t the wedding so much as our final destination (also known as “home”) that was doing its best monsoon impression. Because of the vigorous typhoon sweeping over Atlanta, we were stuck in the not-so-lovely Ft. Lauderdale airport until such time as the Hartsfield ground crew deemed it safe for us to get the hell out of there.

It was the second time this year I’ve found myself stranded in an airport, but in comparison with the last time, this was like a day at the spa. It was climate-controlled!

We didn’t push back from the gate until well after midnight. We didn’t land in Atlanta until sometime after two in the morning. And then, the chaos! I am not sure if the cleaning crew quits after 11 p.m., or if there were just an extraordinary number of people in Terminal A, but trash was overflowing out of every bin in the entire terminal. Meanwhile, in baggage claim, so many flights were being assigned to each carousel, with every carousel being utilized, that there was a line just to claim bags, most of which were squished under two other rows of bags. The reissue line to the Delta ticket counter had wrapped twice around the North Terminal baggage claim.

I took Shaheen home because we didn’t want Ghaffar to have to pack up the baby and come down to the airport at such a crazy hour. Then, because I am paranoid and hate going home late to an empty house, I spent the night at Shaheen’s, finally getting to sleep sometime around four in the morning.

I know this post is supposed to be about the wedding — which was lovely, except for when the waitstaff stole my cake; if it’s sitting in front of me, but I haven’t taken a bite because there are no forks in front of me, rather than taking my cake away, it would be nice if you could bring me a fork — but I haven’t the coherence of mind to do it properly. Soon, though. I’ll at least post a few pictures.

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