The story continues of OTB writer Zach Anderson's journey to SnowGlobe Music Festival 2015. If you missed Part One make sure to check it out
before reading Part Two. If you've already read, enjoy the second half of this crazy story.
Part Two - December 29, 2015 - 11:00 AM
Arriving home at 11:00 AM was perfect, there was just enough time to do a load of laundry, pack up a new suitcase, and take a quick nap. I stripped down and tossed my cloths, including my wallet & keys into the wash, by mistake. Walking into my room and face planting into my pillows was amazing. Quickly I faded off into the type of deep sleep thats only achieved when you're in your own bed. Moments into dreaming the phone began to ring, which was ignored. As the phone rang a second time, I answered in a groggy, semi-delirious state of mind to hear my friend Chad say "Dude, are you sleeping? Shouldn't you almost be at the airport by now?". Instantly the covers went flying off launching my phone across the room. Shit, I had over slept, what seemed like fifteen minutes was actually three and a half hours.
Laundry was not complete and the clothes in the washer were soaking wet. There was absolutely no time to wait on the dryer. Frustrated, I quickly grabbed a half empty suitcase, my snowboarding gear and was out the door. Standing behind the Expedition attempting to unlock the vehicle was useless. The key fob was damaged when it went swimming in washing machine earlier. As if things couldn't get worse, manually unlocking the vehicle triggered the alarm. Unable to turn it off, I began screaming obscenities at the top of my lungs. Luckily, their was a spare set of keys in the glovebox to shut everything off. Now, with only two hours between me and the flight it was off to the airport.
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December 29, 2015 - 5:00 PM
Reaching the Denver airport was smoother than originally anticipated and the attendants at Southwest Airlines were on point. They had my oversized luggage checked and ready to go almost immediately. With roughly 30 minutes left to get through security and only a carry-on bag, things were looking good. So good, in fact I started singing "Making my way down town, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm Globe bound" until turning the corner and seeing the line for security. I frantically began maneuvering myself through the lines, asking folks to let me pass. Even with everyone's support, the front of the line was out of reach. The possibility of missing the flight and the entire festival increased each minute. Thoughts of failure, and blame entered my mind. As time moved faster than the line itself, there was no chance of getting through security. With no other option left, I placed my water bottle in my bag then turned back, defeated, and emotional.
Exiting the line was a huge disappointment. But, where one door closes another is said to open. Walking out of the crowd an angel reached out and grabbed my hand. My saving grace was no other than a representative from Clear Me
. She had over heard my story and offered me a last minute opportunity to get through security fast. In doing so, I purchased a full years membership, and was immediately escorted to the front of the line. Looking up at the clock and seeing fifteen minutes left was a blessing.
Passing through security was no problem at all. My luggage on the other hand was a different story. TSA detected the bottle of water and pulled my bag aside for a more in depth inspection. Standing off to the side with TSA agents surrounding me, I watched as they slowly removed items one at a time. By far, that event has been one of the biggest tests of my patience to date. Every second that passed, the urge to lose my mind grew. I kept myself cool, calm and collected on the outside until the gentleman handed me my bag. You would have thought he had just passed me the baton in a relay race. With less than five minutes left I was in a full sprint to the shuttle. Concourse C, Gate 4, I'm on my way.
December 29, 2015 - 5:58 PM
With two minutes left I arrived just in time. Completely red in the face, and unable to catch my breathe, others began giving me the stank eye. Unable to figure out why, I sat down and looked up at the departure board. Then, and only then, did I realize that the flight to Reno had been delayed an hour and fifteen minutes. There was so much focus on getting through security, that everything else took a back seat. All that hard work, and extra money spent was a complete waste. To be fair though, leaving Denver late would still better than not leaving Denver at all.
The plane landed in Reno a little after 9:00 PM. Stepping off the aircraft in Nevada was one of the best feelings. After meeting up with Chad, and loading the gear in his car we were ready to roll. He reached for the parking ticket in his pocket to go pay, then started reaching into all his pockets. Somewhere along the line he dropped it and with a full days parking fee now on the line, we retraced his steps.
Taking our sweet time from the airport to South Lake Tahoe was enjoyable. We pulled into the hotel parking lot just in time to hear the music in the distance end for the night. Truthfully, I was running on fumes, exhausted, and ready for a good nights rest. But, who am I kidding were on vacation in Nevada. Instead of going to sleep, we fueled up on Bud Lights and Fireball before hitting the casino. What was supposed to be an hour visit, turned into an all night event. Between not sleeping for what would end up being 50 hours straight and drinking heavily while gambling, the delirium set in around 4 AM.
Sitting at the roulette table knowing the sun would soon rise we placed our last bets of the morning. I picked 12 Red thanks to the 12oz Bud Light still in hand and laid out a tattered fifty dollar bill. As the roulette ball spun, patrons at the table listened as we told them the same story you're reading. Most of them couldn't believe it, and a few said I was crazy. As they watched the little white ball bounce around, Chad and I laughed our asses off knowing what it took to get here, and the story this would be. We were too busy laughing to notice the ball had landed on 12 red. Amazed and still in shock I collected the $1,750 prize and called it a morning.
Making it there was only half the fun. Believe me, this year I'm flying in as early as possible. Looking forward to celebrating the New Year again with you all!
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