ATLANTA {Part 1}

It's been Brad's dream to see the Braves play at Turner Field in Atlanta.  This summer seemed to be the perfect time to fulfill that dream. So to Atlanta we went.  Getting there was not an easy task... We flew from Tucson to Phoenix in hopes to catch a direct flight from Phoenix to Atlanta.  That flight was full.  We waited 2 hours to see if we could fly to North Carolina. Then at least we would be on the east coast and could drive to Atlanta in 4 hours if we needed to.  But as the last flight pulled out at 1:00 a.m. we were not on it. This was after the pilot got off the plane and told the ticket people they had seats on the plane for us.  The ticket people didn't care and told him to go fly the plane.  He was nice. He tried, but didn't succeed which meant we were spending the night in the Phoenix airport. Oh Joy.  This wasn't the first time I had done this.  When your father works for the airline and flying standby is all you know, the airports around the country (particularly the west coast) become familiar territory.  Thank goodness I had a few pairs of jeans packed in my carryon to use as blankets because the airport might as well have been an igloo {the kind of igloo that isn't warm}.  Needless to say we barely slept thanks to the temperature and the seemingly endless vacuuming. {Insert GRRRR here}

When people started showing up at the airport we went in search of sun.  And Bradley found it and we began to thaw. I also laid down on the airport floor. Don't judge.

After an hour or so we made the first flight out to Atlanta.  Which was good because we had tickets to the game that night Braves v. Nationals. And then... the game was on rain delay... which foreshadowed how the rest of our week in Atlanta would go!  I can't even remember which games the Braves won, all I know is that Brad and I came home with about 15 souvenir soda cups.