This weekend was supposed to be one filled with old friends, graduation festivities, and Chimy's margaritas. Instead 5 hrs were spent in the airport waiting on a plane that may or may not be able to take off. After reading Chelsea, Cheslea, Bang, Bang, in its entirety, I decided to find out what was up. Upon speaking with the friendly, yet clearly miffed Southwest agent, I decided to go ahead and cancel my flight reservation. I probably could have made it to Dallas, but most likely not to Lubbock. If I'm going to get stranded, its going to be in my own home. I called Will, he drove out to the airport for the second time that night, and we headed home... sans luggage. At that point, Southwest was no longer retrieving bags from airplanes. Wherever, and whenever, that plane was headed, so was that bag. 48 hrs. later and I am still no closer to my stuff. Thankfully, Will had planned a game night for Friday night, so I got to come home to good friends and a cold drink. After hearing nothing on my luggage by Saturday afternoon, I decided to use my time productively. With mod podge.