The Storm Before The Storm

It's amazing how Dallas freaks out about weather. I guess it's really not amazing and is rather predictable at this point. When I arrived yesterday, several of my employees asked if I was leaving right away due to the big ice storm. Oblivious, I went about my work and didn't have time to check the weather or the news until later last night. With the certainty of 100% precipitation and high temperature forecast for 32 on Friday, I knew it was time to rebook. Fortunately the only mission critical meeting was scheduled for this morning and there were seats on the 7:50 PM direct to CMH. I booked it. 

With only one night in town, I decided to step out for a decent meal and joined a colleague at CBD for a downtown dinner. It's a restaurant at a fancy pants hotel so why they call it the Central Business District escapes me. Such is life as the Cuban Sammy was delicious. We followed dinner with a cocktail in the Library Room at Woolworths. Pretty cool place but it might be trying too hard. The waitress was a doll; too bad she tried to sell us "beg nets" for dessert. We really should have educated her on the pronunciation. If her day job as a hair stylist doesn't work out, she'll need the tips from the larger checks of people who know how to pronounce and order beignets. 

This morning kicked off with a First Class upgrade confirmation (happy happy), followed by a flight cancelation and then a notice that no available flights could be rebooked. I immediately got on the horn with travel and secured the 2:50 flight. It's delayed. I'm writing this on the ground, waiting for de-icing necessary due to the earlier than expected freezing rain. As you can see from the photo, I'm in a crappy seat, next to the crapper. This does not matter because at least I won't be stranded in Dallas! 

The airport was swarming with people trying to get out. There was even a line at TSA Pre✔️ and for the Admirals Club. This was most unusual. I did enjoy watching the 70 year old woman wheel her 90 year old mother into the bar.  As she adjusted her wig and asked for a vodka soda, I knew we'd at least be friends if my flight didn't take off. I love talking to old people that drink!

Here's hoping for a nice snowy Columbus weekend with lots of fireplace activity and little movement from the sofa!