Distance

Dave flew to Phoenix, Arizona last night. And I slept like crap all alone. :( It's amazing how our lives have become entwined- the other day I told Dave that the hardest thing about being with him was when we had to be apart. :)

So Dave and the majority of the family flew to Arizona last night. They were supposed to leave at 5 PM but the plane didn't leave until around 9 PM. The airline treated everyone like crap and, in general, everyone was not in a good mood by the time they left (Good Job US Airways!). It was supposed to be Nick's fun night out but I don't think they did much by the time everyone got in. Sad.

Rant: I hate flying in to Phoenix, Arizona. It seems like every flight into or out of that airport is delayed for at least 2 hours (just enough for someone to miss their connecting flight). Every single person I've talked to has not had a good experience flying through that airport and the general rule seems to be: avoid Phoenix, AZ airport if possible.

Dave gets back tonight (hopefully it is easier to get back here than it was to go).