First Christmas in California.....sort of.
So since LAX isn't kind enough to provide people with a free wireless connection, and I have another 30 minutes before my flight potentially boards, I figured I'd write an actual entry.
So I went to bed at 2:00 am. Woke up at 4:30 am to be able to leave by 5:30 am. At this point its important to note that the night before I went to bed at 4:00 am after finishing all my stuff for school and woke up at 8:00 to get ready for work.
Turns out? LAX is as bad as everyone says. I normally give myself an hour and a half at any airport. Here? I gave myself 2 hours and 45 minutes. (Thanks to Cheryl and Lisey for getting up at the butt crack of dawn to drive me here). Turns out it was smart. The line for check in was outside the door when I got here.
To be fair, America West is doing their best to make sure everyone makes their flight on time. They' divided people up by location and kind of funnel people from there. If flights are leaving soon, they pull them out and make sure they get to security.
I was in line when I got here behind a girl who decided that another line would be more productive. I walked past her on my way to security. She had moved about 5 ft up from where she had got in the new line. But when she left, I was behind a girl who was on her cell phone from the second she got in line to the second she went up to check in. And she had her cat in a bag. No, seriously. Everytime we moved forward, she lifted a bag that contained her live cat...at least I think it was a cat. It could have been a very small dog. I don't know.
I got pulled over at security because I forgot to take my laptop out of my bag. There were no signs posted to remind me. So they swiped it and put it into a fancy machine that said I'm not a terrorist and they let me go.
I was looking around and it just astounding how adept we've all become and just letting the government into our shit. One by one people took their jackets off, shoes off, plopped all their stuff into a bucket and said, "Here, this is how I remain entertained on trips. Go through it." Its all sorts of 1984 in a "I know its for my safety" kind of way.
So now here I sit, waiting to board. I stopped in the bathroom before I came to my gate. They were gross. And old. And dirty. Chalk it up to another story for the Bathroom Chronicles....there's a bag moving in the aisle next to me. Again. Could be a cat, or a very small dog. Either way, its active. And upset. Ruby would never make it through an airplane trip. She'd cry the entire time she would be so stressed out.
There is an influx of pink luggage this year. Mine is a puke yellow courtesy of Lisey. Her thought process was, "No one will have this color. Its ugly! Perfect!" For to see easier when coming off the luggage belt.
Something is wrong with the headphones Rie loaned me. The voice keeps going out. Its like I have karaoke versions of all my music on iTunes.
The poor woman across from me. The sun is coming in at such an angle that it's all up in her grill. The sun wants to be her boyfriend right now.
THIS JUST IN: The small moving bag is a dog. It yelped.
And this gate is like....Mac Country. Within my field of vision I can see 4. Ok. I'm going to shut down for right now. I think my flight is going to board within the next few minutes or so.
God bless McCarren International and their free wireless. I'm going to post this now, simply because I can.
So I went to bed at 2:00 am. Woke up at 4:30 am to be able to leave by 5:30 am. At this point its important to note that the night before I went to bed at 4:00 am after finishing all my stuff for school and woke up at 8:00 to get ready for work.
Turns out? LAX is as bad as everyone says. I normally give myself an hour and a half at any airport. Here? I gave myself 2 hours and 45 minutes. (Thanks to Cheryl and Lisey for getting up at the butt crack of dawn to drive me here). Turns out it was smart. The line for check in was outside the door when I got here.
To be fair, America West is doing their best to make sure everyone makes their flight on time. They' divided people up by location and kind of funnel people from there. If flights are leaving soon, they pull them out and make sure they get to security.
I was in line when I got here behind a girl who decided that another line would be more productive. I walked past her on my way to security. She had moved about 5 ft up from where she had got in the new line. But when she left, I was behind a girl who was on her cell phone from the second she got in line to the second she went up to check in. And she had her cat in a bag. No, seriously. Everytime we moved forward, she lifted a bag that contained her live cat...at least I think it was a cat. It could have been a very small dog. I don't know.
I got pulled over at security because I forgot to take my laptop out of my bag. There were no signs posted to remind me. So they swiped it and put it into a fancy machine that said I'm not a terrorist and they let me go.
I was looking around and it just astounding how adept we've all become and just letting the government into our shit. One by one people took their jackets off, shoes off, plopped all their stuff into a bucket and said, "Here, this is how I remain entertained on trips. Go through it." Its all sorts of 1984 in a "I know its for my safety" kind of way.
So now here I sit, waiting to board. I stopped in the bathroom before I came to my gate. They were gross. And old. And dirty. Chalk it up to another story for the Bathroom Chronicles....there's a bag moving in the aisle next to me. Again. Could be a cat, or a very small dog. Either way, its active. And upset. Ruby would never make it through an airplane trip. She'd cry the entire time she would be so stressed out.
There is an influx of pink luggage this year. Mine is a puke yellow courtesy of Lisey. Her thought process was, "No one will have this color. Its ugly! Perfect!" For to see easier when coming off the luggage belt.
Something is wrong with the headphones Rie loaned me. The voice keeps going out. Its like I have karaoke versions of all my music on iTunes.
The poor woman across from me. The sun is coming in at such an angle that it's all up in her grill. The sun wants to be her boyfriend right now.
THIS JUST IN: The small moving bag is a dog. It yelped.
And this gate is like....Mac Country. Within my field of vision I can see 4. Ok. I'm going to shut down for right now. I think my flight is going to board within the next few minutes or so.
God bless McCarren International and their free wireless. I'm going to post this now, simply because I can.