We spent the first night of our honeymoon at a Texas Roadhouse near the Wichita airport. Why? You ask.....a freakin' blizzard. That's what!
Of all days for a white out blizzard to hit Wichita. All of the flights in and out of Wichita were cancelled. The lady (Thank You American Airlines lady! Brady called her a saint.) at the AA desk found us a flight at 6am from here to Chicago and then on to NYC. There were so few flights with seats left....thank goodness she found us one.
All Brady and I could do was laugh all day. I was laughing so hard on the way back to the apartment that I almost fell into a 3 foot high snow bank.
We will definitely look back on this day with laughter. Oh, what fun!