Waiting for Liftoff

Lauren and I have checked in and are awaiting our flight to NY. A lot has changed since the last time I was required to check a bag. Apparently you need your boarding pass first, and then you get in line to check your belongings. Needless to say this added a frustrating element to the afternoon as we scrambled to find our 300 digit e-ticket numbers while people shuffled around muttering curses at the unprepared tourists occupying the ticket kiosks.

The trip to the airport was nice enough. Lauren's father was nice enough to drive us, and her sister came along for the ride as well. The conversation was pleasant, mostly consisting of places we hoped to see and the varying ways in which we could meet our demise on our journey over the sea. We almost got out of the house without incident, but Lauren thought she should track mud about right before her departure; a last defiant gesture.

I always get nervous going through security because I am never sure how many bins I am entitled to use. This time I used two, but I could have justified five or six. Lauren brought two bags of toiletries (major no-no), so at the last second she dropped one of them (obviously containing the most feminine of products) into my laptop bin (it was too late to grab another from the stack).

I am hoping that we will board soon. I want to settle in. Maybe I will get an orange juice, but who really knows. Until next time.

I wanted to leave you all with a moment of Zen titled "Galen: a search for undetonated fireworks in my shorts", but I couldn't upload it on Logan's WiFi. I will get that to you ASAP.

Toodles