I didn't think this was physically possibly, but this both sucks and blows

Well, this is seriously the worst travel experience of my life. I am now in Corpus Christi International Airport. But Gillian, it's almost 9 o'clock, and you were supposed to leave Corpus Christi at 4:00 this afternoon. I know. We left Corpus at 5:30 because there was nasty weather in Houston. But Gillian, if you left Corpus Christi, shouldn't you be out of Corpus Christi? Right again, however, due to another influx of bad weather, we only got a third of the way to Houston, before we just started circling and then about 20 minutes later, when we were about a third of the way there, they realized that we would run out of fuel before the weather cleared up, so back to Corpus Christi it was. Good plan, we'll just wait out the storm in Houston and then take off, right? Too bad the storm came to Corpus. I am now in proverbial limbo in Corpus christi. So Gillian, what's to become of you? Well, for now, I will starve in the Corpus Christi International airport which is roughly the size of a soccer field while being subjected to the latest adult contemporary hits which includes, Amy Grant, Kenny G, and Michael Bolton. You know what they say...Small Airport, nothing is open to get dinner so you get bad music instead. Maybe they don't say that, but it's definitely what I'm experiencing right now. 43 of the 46 passengers on the flight bailed and took the nearest cab to the nearest hotel to fly out late Sunday. I can't do that, I have classes Monday. So right now it's looking like whenever the lightning advisory is lifted (which is probably going to be at least an hour) they'll refuel the plane (which will be another hour) and then the 3 remaining passengers will be lifted off to Houston, where I shall spend the night trying to get comfortable in the connected airport chairs that make it impossible to lie down. Darn you commercially designed furniture with armrests. Then, tomorrow morning, I will bitterly miss Palm Sunday services that I will replace with praying my hardest that I can fly standby on one of the flights tomorrow. It's not looking good. At very worst, I won't be able to fly out until Monday Afternoon. Please for the love of God pray that I make it tomorrow. Until then, it's me, the other 2 passengers, Pilot Christian Bassolino, and the latest adult contemporary hits, eagerly awaiting our departure from this God forsaken airport. Hopefully Kenny G won't make it to Houston.