Anyway, after the 4:40 flight left without us, we all sat there and watched the plane leave and then surfed the web trying to find other options. Everyone went to their seperate corners and tried to get some food and sleep. Wes and I laid down on the floor of a breezeway and napped for a few hours. We got up just in time to get some dinner around 9pm (right before the stores were closing). We all met again to watch the 12:30am (Monday) flight leave....again, without us. "Retired guy" made it on that plane. He got the very last seat. The next flight wasn't until 6am the next morning. So again, we went our seperate ways. I stretched out on three terminal chairs that didn't have armrests, as did everyone else. Wes wasn't tired, so he wandered the airport with the camera, taking pictures showing how empty and abandoned it was. He's kicking himself for not taking one of me sleeping.
Overall, we had a great time. Just rough and aggravating trying to get home. My main (and somewhat selfish) concern was that I did NOT want to be in an airport on my birthday. Luckily, it all worked out okay.