World War 3 in La Guardia Airport

You know in those movies when the heroes are flying away from disaster JUST in the nick of time? They take off in the eye of the storm or RIGHT before the bomb goes off? Well that is basically how we flew out of New York last night and it was a perfect parallel to what went down in La Guardia Airport. Well...I wrote yesterday's post half joking that my sister always ends up cussing me out in an airport. Yesterday I got cussed out in an airport. So sit back and enjoy because I am coming to you slightly buzzed BUT I am on vacation and after yesterday, I deserve a whole bottle of this delicious La Crema to myself. (And I am halfway in so there's no turning back now.)

It all started around 3:00pm when my sister google chat-ed me at work (From about 10 feet away) "OUR FLIGHT IS CANCELED!" We both immediately jumped on our phones and started tweeting at Delta airlines DESPERATE to find a way out of NYC. Things weren't looking great and no one was willing to put us on a stand by line out of La Guardia, JFK or Newark. I finally got on the phone with my 10th Delta agent, a supervisor based in Kentucky. She listened to our ordeal and in tears telling her, "I just want to see my Mommy" started problem solving. She asked us if we were willing to fly into Dayton Ohio. I told her I was not familiar with the area and she told me she would wait on the phone and to call my Aunt to ask her if we could be picked up in Dayton. 10 minutes later we were booked on the only flight in La Guardia that wasn't delayed or canceled departing at 7:35pm.

The Calm Before the Storm. 

The Calm Before the Storm. 

My sister took off ahead of me while I wrapped up what I was working on and I took off after her. I get uptown to my sister's apartment prepared to meet her outside so we could hop into a cab when she tells me, "I'm in Chelsea, go into my apartment and put all the clothes on the floor into my bags. And grab my makeup. And my toothbrush. Oh and can you get my shampoo and conditioner." We originally were scheduled for a 9:00pm flight and planned to leave from work. Which meant, bring your packed bags to work so we could leave together from work. SOMEONE didn't even pack her bags!!! I bit my tongue fighting so hard to open a can of whoop ass on her, ran upstairs and started packing for my sister. She rolled in 15 minutes later, shoved her golf clubs into her newly acquired golf bag and we ran out the door to grab a cab. Ever tried grabbing a cab in Mid Town at rush hour? We had to swoop a cab from some tourists (Sorry suckers welcome to New York. You snooze you lose.)

The cab ride to the airport...EVERYTHING IS FINE! IT WILL PASS! IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS! 

The cab ride to the airport...EVERYTHING IS FINE! IT WILL PASS! IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS! 

Right when we hit Columbus Circle it started POURING! My sister, the optimist, immediately started listing every reason why our flight was BOUND to be canceled. Finally I turned to her and go, "Samantha, I love you, but everything you are saying I need you to put into an email. You aren't allowed to speak until we get into the airport." Then the sky lit up. LIGHTING. Immediately followed by cab shaking rolls of thunder. A deep exhale was had by my cab mate and arch nemesis of a Debbie Downer sister. I turned to her and smiled.

Thing's aren't looking good.

Thing's aren't looking good.

WE ARE BOARDING! WE ARE MAKING IT OUT!

WE ARE BOARDING! WE ARE MAKING IT OUT!

We rolled up to La Guardia and instructed our cab driver to pray for us. We told him if our flight is canceled it would be his fault because he didn't pray hard enough. He laughed and said he was going to pray. I TOLD HIM THIS WAS SERIOUS BUSINESS AND HIS LAUGHTER WAS NOT APPRECIATED. So he laughed harder. I cut him a bone because I too started laughing. 30 minutes later we were through security and into the terminal. It was 6:30pm, 1 hour before take off. The airport was packed. Multiple fights had already been canceled in our terminal. There were 3:00 and 5:00 flights delayed but our flight was still "On Time." Then an announcement was made over the loudspeaker, La Guardia was grounded. Anxious, we kept our spirits high and I focused my attention on the dog seated next to me. (An actual dog this is not code for hot guy.) 7:30 came and went. Then at 7:45 an announcement was made that our fight was boarding! Why our flight I HAVE NO CLUE but we scanned our boarding passes and boarded the Delta bus that would take us to our tiny plane. Everyone was so excited. I mean want to unite a group of strangers? Have them board a borderline canceled flight.

30 seconds before I got cussed out.

30 seconds before I got cussed out.

RIGHT as we sat down, an airport worker stuck his head in and told us we all had to get out of the bus and go back to the terminal. So very angry, we did. THEN all of the light disappeared and the sky went black. It was a lightening storm like I had NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN MY LIFE. Every three seconds bolts would shoot across the sky followed by deafening thunder. Just like the turmoil in the sky, Samantha turns to me and begins to unleash a fury hell hath never seen before. I go, "I love you but I need you to walk away, RIGHT. NOW." She went storming away.

On the phone with the family, "Forgive your sister. She's fragile."

On the phone with the family, "Forgive your sister. She's fragile."

Twenty minutes later she slides besides me and goes, "I'm sorry I yelled at you but I said I was fine flying out tomorrow and now we aren't going to make it to Ohio until Friday. I'm not saying it's your fault but this is all your fault." I'm not sure what happened after that because I turned on my heel and just walked away. Then the text messages from our family who had already made it to Ohio started blowing up my phone. My sister had called and informed them that we were fighting. (Not true. Sam was fighting with me. I was optimistically waiting.) "This is ridiculous, life's to short" and "Go hug your sister" or "Everything is going to work out." Etc. Etc. Etc. Tons of texts. Ever had to make up in a group text with your sister in front of all of your Aunts and Uncles despite the fact that you were unaware you were fighting? But let bygones be bygones. It was a stressful day but there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Our flight was listed as "Boarding at 8:30." Since we separated ourselves from one another I boarded the bus and then the plane. Then Sammy walked on and goes "I'm sorry I cussed you out in the airport. I love you." The people around us started laughing hysterically. I go, "It's not the first time and I am sure it's not the last. I forgive you, I love you too." She goes, "Want to come sit next to me?" I go, "NOPE." And they closed the door to the plane.

En Route to Ohio. 

En Route to Ohio. 

As we started moving towards the tarmac the lightening started again. Anxious glances were shared. We were fourth in line and there was absolutely no one behind us. Lightening and then thunder. Lightening and then thunder. You could here people uttering "please, please, please" under their breath. I just kept repeating, "Please don't turn around, please don't turn around." THEN WE TOOK OFF INTO A LIGHTENING STORM! I kid you not I have never seen lightening like this in my life. It was all around us. HUGE forks just electrifying the sky. I hear, "PSST! Kelly! Kelly!" I turn around and Sammy's cute head is in the aisle. She goes, "I'm scared." I tell her, "Me too. Your fine." And then fell asleep. An hour and a half later we landed in Dayton Ohio.

The lightening storm created a KILLER sunset. 

The lightening storm created a KILLER sunset. 

Drinkin all the Chardonay. 

Drinkin all the Chardonay. 

I can not believe we made it out of New York. I can't believe Samantha cussed me out in an airport, AGAIN! But despite the insanity it was equally hilarious and there's no one funner to travel with than Sammy. She keeps it interesting and she's my partner in crime. And now it's an endless supply of Stella Artois and La Crema and I plan on waking up every morning at 7 to run, jump right into the pool and then start drinking all over again. This morning I hopped out of bed, ran 5 miles, did some hill repeats and intervals and jumped directly into the pool. Day one has been a great success. SO, Happy Fourth of Jewlie Eve y'all. Until tomorrow #RunSelfieRepeat. And if your in Cincinnati, keep your eyes peeled for the hung over runner logging tons of miles every morning. 

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Kelly Roberts

My name is Kelly Roberts and I am a 25 year old New York City resident. My story made headlines when I took selfies with hot guys “hottie hunting” my way through the NYC Half Marathon. My blog, www.RunSelfieRepeat.com is bursting with humor and personal stories that lend an insight into the world of running and lead you to believe that just about anyone, regardless of their fitness level, can and should fall in love with running. Though currently an avid runner, I never would have predicted I would run marathons. I was the kid who used to hide in the bushes or play dead to get out of running the mile in school. I HATED running. But running has given me a purpose. It’s shown me that I really am limitless. In the two years since I started running, I’ve run multiple half marathons, 10ks, and 5ks, and two full marathons. My mission is to inspire others to find the courage to say yes to themselves all the while making them laugh hysterically because laughing is the solution to everything.