The evil friday kept going. I managed to get on the next flight, which was packed, which was good. Got into Houston around 11pm, and quickly headed down to the bagage claim. Waited while all the bags came out, and mine didn't appear. So, I started walking to the counter to ask about it and noticed my bag sitting in a pile of other bags. I thought they weren't supposed to send a bag on a plain that the passenger wasn't on, but it sure looked like my bag caught the flight I missed.

Getting the rental car was pretty painless, and finding the hotel wasn't too bad either. As a final farewell to friday, my sandal fell apart in the parking lot of the hotel and I had to limp into the hotel.