airplanes, hearts, and cuisine

So my mom calls yesterday afternoon at work, and says instead of dad's flight getting in at 8, it's delayed until like 10:30.
So in the spirit of "doing the right thing" and the fact that my mom detests driving into Boston and specifically the airport (which she really loathes entirely) I kind of put Rob under the bus and volunteer us to go and get him. Of course not only is the flight delayed until like 11:00 PM, they lose his luggage. So then we drive Dad home (like 20 minutes north of the city) it's foggy and rainy and Rob is trying to not jam the music, speed and piss off his future father in law. Also my dad abhors smoking, so Rob can't even light up. Add to the fact that Rob has not eaten dinner and he's been up since like 7:00 AM - BAD combination.
We drop Dad at the door and Rob heads directly to Burger King, saying he is beyond hungry. At midnight, my beloved is eating a double Whopper with cheese, fries, and soda. (I got a smaller double cheeseburger that just sat in my stomach all night.) So as a result, I couldn't sleep when I got home... at 12:45... and had to be up at like 7:00 to go to the heart walk with Mom today. Super! Rah rah rah let's hear it for the Heart Walk! I am just too cynical today. Truth be told it's a great organization that raises money and awareness for heart disease and research. And I got my picture taken with Wally - the Green Monster guy. Pretty cool. Now I am at work and wow.... the fatigue is hitting me big time.
Something else that pisses me off. You know when you are really hungry - and everything on the menu sounds good - so you order something you havent had in a while with an idea in your head of how it will taste... and it arrives and tastes totally different? Not bad, per se, but...different. As in spices, level of cooking, etc. Now I am tired and pissed off. Fantastic.