I am typing from Des Moines, IA. I had a flight out of Detroit to Phoenix to Burbank, CA at 4:59 p.m. We left at 6:20 p.m. because of a clogged toilet. About an hour or so into the flight, we get told that we are descending into Des Moines, Iowa because of a windshield "problem." Now I am in Des Moines and it is 9:10 p.m. (E.S.T.), and they are flying in a plane from Cleveland which will take 2 hours (that's what they say).
Des Moines? I have never ever felt the urge to visit this city, and as if wedding plans (which is in 2 weeks) weren't nerve wracking enough!
They are ordering us pizza and soda mmm wonder if they have a NYPD here ...
UPDATE (8:14 a.m. E.S.T. Sunday):
After the pizza arrived from Papa Johns, we were able to board a new plane sometime after midnight. We got to Phoenix at 6:20 a.m. I got a hotel voucher, and a new flight for 8:18 a.m. So, I am typing from the hotel after a shower and change of clothing. I'll get to Burbank at noon E.S.T. It will have taken me almost 24 hrs to take a 6 hr. flight. Whopee!!!
UPDATE (10 p.m. E.S.T. Sunday):
I finally made it in to Burbank at 12 noon Eastern time. WOWEE!!!