So we left for the airport around 11am. We wanted to get there good and early so we could figure out where we needed to be. We took my car. We got about 4-5 minutes down the road when my car started jerking around. It seems to be fine NOW, but we had to come back to the apartment and take Tom's car. On the way back to the apartment, the breeder called and told us his flight got delayed because the heater in the plane broke. Now he wouldn't be coming in until 8pm. (he was supposed to come in at 2:30) All this on top of.. er... lady stuff. So I was really stressing.
We decided to make the best of a bad situation, and go ahead to the airport, figure everything out, and take the MARTA into Atlanta to kill time. We parked at the domestic side of the airport and went in and asked a Delta Rep. where we needed to pick up live animals. Over at the international side, at the cargo building of course. So we went back to the car, and half way to the international side, we figured out that the cargo building was TOTALLY separate from the terminal. We drove by a cargo building a couple times and eventually pulled into a Delta crew lot and asked the parking attendant where we needed to go. Oh. Delta has its OWN cargo building. So taking the attendants directions, we circled around the international area a few times. We could see the Delta cargo area but we weren't sure where pick-up was or, actually, how to even get to the cargo area. It seemed to be on this mysterious road no one could get to. I swear we circled this thing 5 times, went back on the highway, got off, and circled again. At this point I had laid the chair in the car down and given up on life. Tom hollared at some staff member (idk, I was in my own little turmoil world) and we FINALLY got someone to tell us we had to take the trucker road (which sign said NOTHING about cargo) down a ramp, rather than head towards the parking/pick-up for the terminal. So we noted that there are 3 signs on the trucker ramp before the TURN which tells you that the Cargo Building was on the turn. Again, pulling into the parking lot of the cargo area, we asked where we parked for pick up. The attendant was very nice and pointed everything out for us. We stopped into the pick up area to talk to the staff and get a better estimate on when the plane was supposed to get in, now. 7:47pm. It was about 2:20pm at this point. So we parked at International, took the shuttle back to South terminal and got onto the MARTA to go to Olympic Centennial Park.
We had our hearts set on going to Googie Burger for lunch/dinner. We got off and accidentally started off in the complete wrong direction. We definitely ended up on the wrong side of town and asked a couple cops what we did wrong. Just go straight back the way you came, they told us, so we did! Took a few more wrong turns, but eventually I found a landmark I knew and we made it to the park. And Googie was closed as of an hour after we got to it. Bummer. On the way, we had passed Ted's Montana Grill and I had been curious about trying it. We got Bison Nachos and Bison burgers and they were delicious! Would definitely go back.
It was about 5:30pm when we left there, so we head back to the MARTA and went back to the airport, took the shuttle back to the International terminal and we drove back to the cargo building. We settled in and watched the Patriots game. The flight kept getting pushed back. But around 8:30 they brought out our little pup! I cuddled him all the way home and he fell asleep in my arms. (squee!) This of course, did not stop him from wanting to play when we got home.
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