I feel my trip home is best done justice through bullet points.
- Katie and I busted our asses to get to the airport, and made it half an hour before my flight. (3:30)
- Said a very hurried goodbye, and ran inside to find out my flight was delayed by another hour and a half. (to leave at 5:30)
- Did the stupid little self-service check in, paid $15 to check one bag because they don't allow any for free anymore, and it didn't print my boarding passes. This was not caught by me or the Delta attendant who checked them.
- Stood in the security line for twenty minutes. (4:00)
- Got turned away by the security guy for not having boarding passes.
- Went back to the Delta desk, asked the same woman to print my boarding passes.
- Stood in the security line for twenty minutes. (4:20)
- Got turned away by the security guy because the boarding passes the woman printed for me were for a JAMES CHAPMAN.
- Went back to the Delta desk, got my boarding passes.
- Stood in the security line for twenty minutes. (4:40)
- Had my swiss army knife confiscated because I forgot to take it out of my bag. Paid $10 to have them hold it for me.
- Waited for my now even more delayed flight.
- Boarded first aircraft (6:30). This was an aircraft that HAD A BROKEN BATHROOM AND CABIN VENTILATION SYSTEM, AND WAS LEAKING SOMETHING FROM THE OVERHEAD BINS ONTO AN OLD MAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PLANE.
- Sat on tarmack for thirty minutes. (7:00)
- Finally got to Salt Lake City... only to do circles above it for forty minutes because there was a ground lock. (8:40)
- Running out of fuel. Must divert to TWIN FALLS, IDAHO in order to get fuel.
- Sat on tarmack in Idaho, fueling up, without being allowed off to use a real restroom.
- Another groundlock in Salt Lake. Left Twin Falls at 11 PM.
- Arrived in Salt Lake (12:30 AM). Obviously, missed second flight into Bozeman.
- TOLD BY DELTA REPRESENTATIVE THAT NO FLIGHTS WERE AVAILABLE TO BOZEMAN UNTIL MONDAY. (1 AM)
- Burst into tears in front of a Delta representative (1:05 AM).
- Finally booked onto a flight into BUTTE, a town AN HOUR AND A HALF AWAY FROM BOZEMAN the next day leaving at eleven. (2 AM)
- Curled up in the freezing airport on seats that didn't have armrests.
- Woke up (3 AM). Somehow drifted back to sleep.
- Woke up. (4:30 AM)
- Wiped drool off of face and messenger bag/pillow (4:31 AM).
- Got coffee and a muffin, wandered around Salt Lake airport, reading and window shopping in closed windows. (5 AM)
- Cat nap. (5:30 AM)
- Read until 8 AM.
- Called Dad, who suggested I try to find a Bozeman flight to get on standby.
- Charmed a customer service rep by being the only non-cranky person to deal with all morning. She gave me THE LAST SEAT ON A FLIGHT TO BOZEMAN LEAVING AT 10 AM!!!!!!
- Flight to Bozeman delayed by half an hour.
- FINALLY ARRIVED IN BOZEMAN AT NOON SATURDAY!!!! HALLE-FUCKIN-LUJAH!!
je me sens: 
exhausted