Early Sunday morning...

I had the same thing Steve had on the plane. I started to sweat profusely and I felt like I was going to pass out. Luckily I didn't and it eventually passed. During the episode you feel like you just want to die. Yuck!

We cleaned up the place and headed back to the airport by 8:00 am. No traffic jams this time so we made it back in plenty of time. We said good bye to Paul at the Southwest gate and headed to check in. Found out Tod was not on our flight. He was scheduled to fly out at 5:15. It was 9:30. That's a long wait at an airport. Alone. It all worked out. Tod was able to get on our flight on standby and we all made it home together.

The flight out was delayed first because the plane coming in was late. Then there were apparently too many planes going to DFW so we had to space them out. And for some reason we got the short end of the stick and had to wait. Finally it was our turn on the runway...OK...any time now...start those engines...ready to go. Engines begin to pick up, WOOHOO, and we pull off the runway. What the? "Uh, ladies and, uh, gentlemen. There is a report of a, uh, coyote on the, uh, runway. They will hurry to get the little, uh, guy out of the way and then we'll be on our way." I'm thinking if the "little, uh, guy" doesn't have an acme rocket tied to his back then let's chance it and take off.

Eventually we were cleard for departure and we did just that. After an uneventful 3 1/2 flight back to DFW we landed where we were greeted by loved ones and resumed our lives once again.

I would have to say Pfaff Pfest XIII was a complete success.

Tennessee next year, right fellas?