Delayed

Boyfriend and I are sitting on the plane in Providence waiting to push back from the gate. Our Captain comes on and says that we have a weather delay due to winds in Chicago. I look at Boyfriend as we both narrow our eyes and and hiss "Chicago" ala Jerry Seinfeld saying Newman. I have flown all around the world and every missed connection, every delay, every lost bag...Chicago. Now I am not bashing the City itself, it is my hometown after all. I am just not sure what the deal is with O'Hare. It is the place where even the best laid travel plans are smashed to bits. If I am going to have a problem traveling there is a 99.5% chance it is going to happen there. So the hour delay in Providence means we will miss our connection to Denver. We hope to get lucky and our connecting flight will also be delayed. We arrive in Chicago with a whole 7 minutes to run across the terminal and board the next plane. Our bags won't make it but at least we won't get stuck in Chicago. We thought we got lucky...we should have known better. The plane is full with 254 passengers eagerly waiting to get on our way. 10 minutes go by, then 20. The purser keeps making announcements, something about a mechanical problem, no big deal and we should be on our way shortly. Then the lights in cabin come back on. I turn to Boyfriend and jokingly say that they are going to make us get off this plane. No sooner is that last word out of my mouth than the purser comes back on to announce that we are going to have to deplane due to a dented wing and tail. A small part of me is thinking better safe than sorry while the other much larger part is thinking O'Hare has struck again. Once back in the gate area we are told that we they will continue to work on the aircraft we were on while trying to get us a back up. They are hoping to have us on our way by 9:30 PM, a little over an hour and a half delay, not too shabby. So we sit down and wait, and wait and wait. Several hours and announcements later we are able to reboard at 12:30 am. We arrive in Denver at 2:30 am, a full 5 hours late. Silver lining is that we got home safe...although I will venture to say that working 11 hours today on only 2.5 hours of sleep really sucked balls.