Our flight left at 4pm, getting in to Atlanta at 6:50pm. That's plenty of time to catch the 8:50pm connecting flight to Orlando.
Well, when we checked in at Memphis, it said our flight was delayed until 4:50pm. Again, no real problem there (except now I have to wait longer - blah!).
4:50pm comes and goes.
5:30pm arrives. No updates what so ever. I ask a supervisor, "do I have time to wander around the airport and find some dinner? Or could we possibly pick up and leave at any minute?" He says, "you have plenty of time!"
Greeeeeeeat
6:30pm comes and goes, and the finally make an announcement. We will leave at 7pm. So everybody with a connecting flight line up and we'll see what the plan is.
Well, we're not going to make our connecting flight now. We're booked on the 11:15pm flight to Orlando, which arrives at 12:40pm.
Our car is parked at some mom & pop car place.
The mom & pop car place closes at midnight.
We're going to be trapped at the Orlando airport from 12:40pm to 5am (when the place opens again).
So when we land in Atlanta, we find a 10:30pm flight to Orlando (why weren't' we just booked on that one?!?) and sprint to that boarding area. They put us on standby, but 10 minutes later, we're allowed to board!
We're not sitting together, but who cares! We'll get to Orlando by 11:50am and we can get our car!
10:30pm comes and goes
10:40pm comes and goes
10:45pm comes and goes
We need to leave NOW or we're going to miss our car!!!
We finally leave at 10:50pm and land at 11:55pm.
The minute we can use cell phones, Jonathan calls. They will leave right now to pick us up and bring us to our car. Sweet.
We sprint off the plane and sprint down to where public transportation is (we have no checked bags, thank goodness).
As we spring to parking spot A13 (where they said they would be parked) the van is pulling away!!! We wave and yell, "hey, we're here!"
Thankfully the cranky pants guy stops, lets us on ... and everything is saved.
I must admit, I was kind-of looking forward to camping out at MCO just to say "I spend the night at the airport!", but sleeping in my own bed was great too.
I really have a hard time spelling the word "Rendezvous".
Every since I met Jonathan, he's been talking about this ribs place in Memphis called the Rendezvous. In fact, his entire family always talked about it. I guess their great uncle used to have some connections, so even though there would be a 3 hour line to get in (seriously - who wants 3 hours to eat?!?), there would always be room for Jonathan's family.
It was a really cool place inside. It had junk all over the wall - I think it was all the owners collectables. There were photos of past presidents who had dined there, including senator (at the time) Obama.
So if you're ever in Memphis and want to eat at a "classic Memphis establishment", find the Peabody hotel, then walk down the ally directly in front of it. Also, get there before 5pm (like we did), otherwise, be prepared to wait it out.
My camera has a 'sports mode', which allows me to take a bunch of photos back to back. It's still a small digital camera, so it's not incredibly fast, but I was pleased with these 3 photos of the opening tip off. 
Well, he did not disappoint. We got "player" tickets!!! 
We sat behind the lower section, in some folding chairs. It was actually the handicapped section. For the 2nd quarter the cheerleaders were standing behind us (literally RIGHT behind us). The 2 unmarried guys really enjoyed that (but not Jonathan ... right!?!?)
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