World-Class Travelers

And so begins our 7 hour layover in LAX. 

The trip so far has been uneventful. Interesting, but no trauma or disaster. Which, to me is a good thing. This means we've been successful adult travelers and I'm quite proud of our familial little group. 

The sendoff was painless. We were all under the luggage weight limit! And airport workers are surprisingly nice and helpful. Yaayy. Not that they shouldn't be but…I have this image in my mind of a middle-aged woman named Bertha who hates her job and could care less if we end up on our correct flight or not. 

Ahh the excitement! Things are slowly sinking in. There was something satisfying about being on our very first flight. As our wheels left the ground, I turned to the group and said, "This is the last time we'll see Minnesota ground in five months". Oof. 

I passed most of the first flight reading The Hunger Games, which I managed to get halfway through. Two summers ago I read the entire HP series in just a few weeks, because I couldn't put the books down. So far, it's pretty much like that. 

Halfway through the flight we started bouncing around a little bit, to which the pilot responded by announcing, "I'm sure you're wondering what all the movement is about…well so are we". 

Ummm…come again?

But that little glitch was counteracted by the complimentary hot dogs, so I left happy. 

As our plane pulled into the terminal, we caught a few glimpses of some of the Qantas double-decker planes. We took it really well.

"WHHOOOAAA OMG look at how big that plane is!!"

"HOLY MOSES THAT THING IS A BEAST"

"Yeah it totally has a pool on the top floor. And a bowling alley!!"

"COOOOLLLLL"

"Haha yeah, sucks to be you, American Airlines!"

This process has became one of our main sources of entertainment while we sit in the terminal and wait, because it repeats every time a new plane rolls in. Joe is the happiest I've probably ever seen him, in his faithful spot by the terminal window, oohing and ahhing like a kid on the fourth of July. 

I anticipated greasy hair and body odor (dry shampoo and deodorant) but I didn't anticipate my feet smelling this much. 

Oh, I almost forgot, I SAW MOUNTAINS FOR THE FIRST TIME TODAY. Holy crap, check that one off the bucket list, one of the most fulfilling moments of my pitiful little life. 

And it only gets better from here! Heehh yeeaaahhhh :D

We celebrated our successful layover by stopping at Burger King for a wholesome dinner. Christine tried to get free food from the workers for her extended wait, who didn't take very kindly to her suggestion. 

And now here we are, at gate 48B, one which I'm sure we'll all be very familiar with by the time we leave. We've camped out in our own little cozy corner, next to the outlet of deceit, using laptops with no internet connection. That means, no real blogging (word document), no New Girl episodes, and no Facebook creeping, which everyone knows is one of the best ways to waste time. I also have Twitter now, which I can't tweet the crap out of either. Sorry to deprive all of you of my precious gems of knowledge and wisdom and that I must refrain from spamming your feeds with my minute-by-minute updates. 

P.S. Don't steal this idea because I'm pretty sure he wants it patented, but Joe's next multi-million dollar idea - airplanes with glass flooring…."where every seat is a window seat!"

Brenna and I slow danced for a while. That was nice.

Feasting like kings

Joe got pranked...