We had been on the road for about 45 minutes and, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why I was even worried.

It was a nice day, we managed to get packed, get into the car and on the road in plenty of time to get to the airport in Northwest Arkansas.

I smiled as we drove down I-49 and laughed at myself for worrying.

“You can relax now,” I told myself. “Everything is going to be fine.”

Myself just laughed and then paraphrased Robert Redford in the classic movie Butch Cassiday and the Sundance Kid.

“You just keep thinking, Mike. That’s what you’re good at,” myself said.

That’s right. Myself paraphrases movies.

But, for once, I was right and myself was wrong.

“Face it,” I said to myself. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Myself just laughed and asked me if I remembered how Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid ended.

I told myself I didn’t know what he meant and kept driving.

Myself just laughed.

My wife and I were driving to the airport to meet up with Emma and her fiancé and board a plane that would take us to Atlanta, Georgia. From there we would board another plane that would take us to Key West, Florida where Emma and her fiancé were getting married.

It was a Monday and the wedding was Saturday which meant there would be time for a bit of relaxation until the serious wedding work got underway.

Serious wedding work, by the way, that I was counting on not being involved with.

I mean, my wife and Emma hadn’t expressed any interest in my help during the months leading up to the wedding so I didn’t think they would need it now.

“I’m just going to park myself on a stool at Captain Tony’s Saloon and relax,” I told myself.

Myself  started humming “Raindrops Keep Falling on my head.”

And then my wife’s phone rang.

“Oh good,” my wife said. “It’s Emma.”

I smiled.

“That’s nice,” I said and continued my worry-free driving.

“Good morning,” my wife said to Emma in her worry-free voice.

Then her voice changed.

WHAT!!!!!CANCELLED!!!!HOW CAN OUR FLIGHT BE CANCELLED??? wife shouted into her phone.

Then myself said, “Told ya.”

Sigh. Did I ever mention that sometimes I hate myself?

Apparently, there had been some sort of storm in Atlanta and flights were being cancelled left and right.

I think they were being cancelled left and right. I mean they’re flights so it’s possible they were being cancelled up and down. I don’t know for sure.

But that’s probably not the main issue here.

The main issue as Emma explained it at the airport was “ALL THE (REALLY BAD WORD) FLIGHTS ARE CANCELLED AND I WON’T BE ABLE TO GET TO (ANOTHER REALLY BAD WORD) KEY WEST FOR MY OWN (EXTREMELY AWFUL AND DISGUSTING WORD )WEDDING!!!!”

Emma was not taking the cancelled flight news well is what I’m saying.

As it turned out our flight to Atlanta wasn’t cancelled, which was good news.

It was our flight from Atlanta to Key West that was cancelled, which was not good news.

When we got to the airport, I told Emma to relax and explained we would just catch the next flight to Key West out of Atlanta which was, what I thought, a good plan.

And it would have been a good plan if all of the other flights to Key West hadn’t also been cancelled.

Then Emma’s fiancé and I decided we would book a flight from Atlanta to West Palm Beach, Florida and then drive the five or six hours to Key West which was again, what I thought was a good plan.

And it would have been if, when we got to Atlanta, we hadn’t found out that our flight to West Palm Beach had been cancelled.

So, when your back-up flight to West Palm Beach gets cancelled what do you do?

If you’re thinking, “Well, Mike I would just give up and wait until Tuesday.”

If you’re thinking that I have only one thing to say to you.

Obviously, you have never traveled with a bride to be who wants to get to “(Another really bad word) Key West for my (Oh my God where does she hear this stuff) wedding before all of our (Just a slightly bad word) guests get there.”

So Emma’s fiancé and I booked another flight to West Palm Beach and everything was fine.

Or it would have been fine if, 30 minutes later, we hadn’t found  out that our back-up, back-up flight to West Palm Beach which was the back-up flight to Key West had been … you guessed it … cancelled.

So what do you think we did then?

If you’re thinking “Give up, book a flight to Key West or-frankly anywhere-the next day and go to a hotel for the night,” I only have one thing to say to you.

Did you not hear Emma five paragraphs ago?

So here is what we did.

Because Emma’s fiancé had quickly learned that when your bride to be expresses a desire to get to Key West “Right (Bad word, bad word, bad word) now.”

You find a way to do that.

How? You ask.

Good question and I’ll answer that question in episode two of “Get me to (Oh my God, the profanity) Key West.”