Who exactly is the April Fool?

After a desperate dash through the Denver airport, we joined the last passengers boarding our small commuter flight to Memphis.

We then sat on the tarmac for forty five minutes. So much for the necessary exercise!

It is after eleven Central time, and Stephanie and I should be speeding toward Nashville right now.

Where are we instead?

Texas!

We’ve been diverted to the Dallas/Fort Worth because of massive thunderstorms.

I always wanted to come to Texas. Well, not really. But I really don’t have a timetable, so I don’t really mind at all.

It’s been a long time since lunch, though, and three bags of mini pretzels just aren’t cutting it. Visions of Texas-sized steaks are dancing in my head. Baked potatoes, cream cheese, sour cream, huge piles of steaming broccoli with cheese sauce. Giant chocolate cherry ice cream sundae.

Oh, we made a rule. We’re going to try and eat ice cream at least once a day. Picture evidence will be loaded on Facebook, and possibly here.

At this rate, we will arrive on Joanne’s doorstep at 5 am or so. If anything, it will enhance the whole “April Fool” effect of this random adventure.

Don’t worry Mom, we’re fine.

Update: Midnight

They’ve offloaded the plane into the Dallas airport. All the consessions are closed, and we are starving. To make matters worse, the entire terminal smells of steak sauce. Or so I think. Even the pictures of McDonalds burgers are enough to make me drool right now.

Never fear, though. In Texas, you can get anything out of a vending machine.

That includes DVD players, iPods, food, beverages…you name, you can buy it. All you need is a credit card.

Yep, every vending machine accepts credit cards. They have what they call an “Apple Electronics Store” vending machine, where you can buy cameras, phones, chargers, memory cards, and all those fine iPod products.

Texas would be great, if I had more to eat than Snickers bars and stale donuts.

Still on the ground. Memphis is a distant dream, Nashville merely an illusion.