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You knew this was coming, didn’t you? So I’m on my way to Chicago this weekend for a friend’s wedding.

Fact 1: I couldn’t get an affordable fare on the way there that didn’t involve stopping at least once. So I am writing this from the Denver International Airport.

Fact 2: There was a horrific storm forecast for the midwest this evening. Of course, because they knew I was flying. You know, them. The bastards up there who have a vendetta against me.

Fact 3: Ergo, all flights going into and out of O’Hare are delayed. On the order of hours. Once I landed in Denver and checked the departures board, I found that my flight had been delayed by three hours.

I love flying.

Update 09/23/06 05:47: But wait, there’s more. I ended up landing 4 hours late in Chicago, not 3. The reason we were delayed so much in the first place was that the pilot of our plane got held up in Chicago due to the weather, and didn’t take off from there to get to Denver until almost 10:00 PM. At midnight MST, the airline staff began boarding for my plane, but made an announcement that we were still waiting on the pilot of the inbound Chicago flight to land. 10 minutes later, they made an announcement that the pilot had landed and was parked at his gate, but—wait for it—the jet bridge had stopped working. So the pilot was stuck on his plane and couldn’t get off to come to our plane. What I couldn’t figure out was why they didn’t move the damn plane to another damn gate because it was 12-fricking-30 in the AM and it wasn’t like there were no empty gates in the terminal.

Finally, they got the jet bridge fixed and the pilot came on board our plane. By this point I just had my headphones in and wasn’t listening to anyone. A couple of minutes later, the pilot came over the PA system and talked for a while, but I was past the point of paying attention by this time, and didn’t catch what he said, except for what he said at the end: due to some problem or other, there would be another 15 or 20 minute delay. Just great. So we ended up taking off from Denver after 1 AM, and didn’t get in to Chicago until almost 4:30. My late-night flight turned into a red-eye. Sigh. Story of my life, man.