Flew to Austin and back yesterday for my once-a-month meeting with my counterparts from the other large urban areas in Texas and the state folks who oversee the money. It was a big day, with the feds making their annual announcement on grant funding levels.
Flew back to Austin today for another meeting (a very good one, I might add). During the meeting, I received a text message that my flight home was been cancelled, and that I should call Continental. Funny thing is, they followed that with instructions about carrying liquids on the plane. So I can't fly home, but you think you need to remind me that if I could, I wouldn't be allowed through security with a coke in hand? Funny.
The problem was weather in Houston. Imagine that, after the rains we've had the last two months.
Though there was insanity all around when I arrived at the airport, I managed to get through on an 800 number and got confirmed on the next flight out, which was only delayed a couple of hours. And I managed to get a window seat, to the total dismay of the people around me who were scrambling just to get to Houston, since most of them had connecting flights to exotic destinations. I have no idea how 40 or so kids headed to Amsterdam faired...the adults insisted that they all had to be on one flight, but I'm just not convinced that was workable in a weather emergency.
I must say, two consecutive days in Austin has me convinced I could live there. Not only were there actual changes in elevation (hills are lovely), but there was no haze to hamper your view of the landscape. And it's probably safe to say that a deep breath there won't take 15 minutes off of your life.
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