Sprint from Chicago to Glasgow

And with an Uber pick up we were off...

True to form Chicago O'Hare airport welcomed us with a 300 person line to our flight even with a 3 hour early arrival to its International Terminal.  After a woefully unsuccessful attempt at getting seats together we kicked off our adventure, with seats 20 rows apart. Aer Lingus 1, Ryan & Jamie 0. (Word of advice here, if you are planning on flying on Aer Lingus anytime soon bite the bullet and get to the airport 3.5 hours in advance.)

Playing the honeymoon card worked quite well as Isabella agreed to move 20 rows back to swap seats with Jamie.  Well, that and my sweet negotiation skills.  We owe you one Isabella, I promise I intended to send you a drink on the flight even though I was too tired to remember.  After a 90 minute weather delay, two terrible movies (I'm sorry Kevin Costner I don't believe you are a bad ass CIA operative) and a surprisingly delicious meal we landed in Dublin, a mere 7.5 hours later.  Here's the problem: with our delay, by the time we got off the plane, we had all of 20 minutes to make our connection in Glasgow.  Add to that we had to clear customs as well.  Ok Dublin, challenge accepted.

Thankfully the customs process in Ireland when you arrive from the US is about as strict as any Caribbean destination.  Customs Card? Nope.  Confirmation of destination required? Nope.  Dublin's airport clearly states that when flying thru to another destination they literally couldn't care less.  10 minutes and we were through.  It would have been about 5 minutes but my terrible line luck sprung into action when the grandmother in front of us inexpicably decided to get snippy with the generally unpleasant Immigration Officer, thanks nana.  10 minutes down, 10 to go.  Jamie and I employed our most ferocious flag football skills as we weaved our way, in an all out sprint, thru the Dublin terminal to make it to our gate.  We finally arrive to that gate, where we see "final boarding call" still blinking above the gate.  We wait, in somewhat desperation, as the gate attendant calls down to the plane to see if we can still board...."yea, we can still take em"....we made it.  Jamie & Ryan 1, Dublin 0.

Glasgow here we come...

Fun Fact: Zzzquill feels more like a recreational drug than a sleep aid on a transatlantic flight.