Update Slowly

Despite the whole missing our flight, paying nearly an extra grand to get to Salt Lake City in time to drive five plus hours to WY thing, the first 36 hours of using our pass actually went OK. Sure, I did have a minor hissy fit in JFK when I was trying to figure out what we were going to do and Pete and Ian kept freaking talking to me, but, you know . . . Since we changed our flight, we didn't have seats, so I took a chance and asked the Jetblue check in guy (surely his official title) if there was any way Ian could sit with one of us. The guy was cool and gave us first row seats, Ian and me on one side, Pete on the aisle next to us.

Ian was very, very cute in the beginning of our five plus hour flight. He sat with his hands clasped, eyes wide, and followed along in the emergency pamphlet during the presentation everyone ignores. The man next to him was smiling at him and everything. Then Ian got comfortable and let a few rip. My seat vibrated, so surely the one on his other side did too. Freaking kid. As if that wasn't enough, he got brave and bored, so he stood in the front of the plane to "stretch". Too bad stretching turned into dancing, which led to leaning over, sticking his butt out and farting while emitting a very loud sigh of relief/pleasure. Unfortunately someone laughed at this and it was repeated, oh maybe twenty times before I got pissed off enough to threaten the safety of his security blanket.

Finally, we got to CA, where the airport was so freaking small they only have outdoor ramps to get on and off the planes. It consisted of maybe three trailers and the baggage claim was outside, next to three picnic tables and THAT. WAS. IT. So much for staying at the airport and grabbing some food/rest before our 7AM flight. It was like 9:30PM and the place was getting locked up for the night!!! WTF? We finally rented a car ($50 for 6 freaking hours)and drove around looking for a hotel. After half an hour, we found one-less than a mile from the airport. :) Then I remembered In 'N Out Burgers are in CA, so Pete asked at the hotel if there was one nearby. Luckily, it was only another mile away and the only thing open. Yummy. I can see why people love them. For cheap fast food burgers, they rocked. In fact, I made Pete drive thru the drive thru to order another one for me. I probably should have considered eating at some point before 1AM our time.

Our hotel room sucked. It was humid and chemical-y smelling, like the carpet had been recently shampooed, but not dried. Then my bed started vibrating. Needless to say, I didn't sleep much and the humidity and smell gave me a migraine. WooHoo! We decided to forgoe silly things like showering and eating so we could drive to the Pacific to see the sun rise. I checked out Long Beach on my almost trusty iPad, and discovered that it is generally considered filthy and waveless. Awesome!!! But thanks to our In 'N Out jaunt, I knew how to get to a road we could follow south for five to ten miles to a nicer beach-- Sunset Beach. Halfway there I started laughing about how we are so ass backwards we were going to Sunset Beach at SunRise. It took another couple minutes to figure out exactly what that meant for us. As I was noticing signs for beach access on our right, the sun was creeping onto the horizon-- on our left. I slapped the wheel and screamed "MotherFucker!" before I started laughing hysterically about what morons we are. Seriously, how stupid can you be? Ahahahahaha. It was perfect, it fit in so well with our trip that far.

We took a bunch of pictures, froze our toes and sped back to the airport, where we waited a whopping two minutes before boarding. Yay!!! That short flight was rotten. Ian farted the whole time and generally acted like an asshole while I wore my sunglasses to help my migraine and got more and more annoyed. Fun stuff!