On a bus somewhere between Regina, SK and Edmonton, AB, -- Canada: At the end of the day, it really doesn't matter that you've been in travel hell for the last two days.
It doesn't matter that there were flight delays due to weather... and then for mechanical reasons.
It doesn't matter that you had to send 4 of your band on alone to Chicago.... and then to Minneapolis and get hotel rooms for them and worry about their lost baggage.
It doesn't matter that the other 6 of you had to go back home after spending 5 hours in the airport, only to return the next morning at 4:45am.
It doesn't matter that once you were almost ready to board your 6am flight you got a text from one of them who may not be making the flight because of a little altercation in security.
It doesn't matter that you spend all day on the phone with United Airlines... and then Delta... and then United again (and again and again)... explaining the same situation over and over again.
It doesn't matter that you had to drive back to the airport after the show, praying the whole way there that the bags would show up because that was the last flight that night and we're moving onto a new city... which would mean we'd have to start this whole thing over again.
What matters is, at the end of the day:
we got there,
we did it
and we got 'em!
it's the little things, really...