5:45 am

Okay, so to fill all of you in: One day Michele and I were sitting at Fenians drinking a glass, well a few glasses of wine when Michele had a great idea. As Michele gulped her straight vodka, she slurred, "let;s go tonew yawk over chrristmass breaak." So I slurred back, "yeahh that;s aa gfeatr idea michiele and it sure beats charlie's idea to go to that cabin in TN and put us on an email list with 50 people that we don't know talking about Phish." So, with that said, our trip was in the works and our tickets were purchased. Fast forward to January and here we are at 5:45 am sitting in the Jackson airport. Thank god we are here- Michele was about 2 years late and we almost missed our flight. She must have driven around the parking lot about 5 times to find the "perfect" spot.. while I was in a state of panic.

So Michele is like "we're cool, we have time, we are going to be ok." and she was right- we made it to security. This was where we started being completely awkward, probably because we were disrespected and a bit violated. The security person confiscated Michele's boots and took some sort of sample like a swab of DNA (not kidding.) Later, she was instructed to lay on the conveyor and pass through the x-ray. it was weird.

We began our trip to New Jersey (because that's how we roll) by first flying to Charlotte, NC. We boarded a very tiny aircraft with the most awesome flight attendant. She truly was a gem. She basically hated me and let me know it. She treated me like I was a three year old and criticized every move I made. I sort of hated her back. Enjoy this lovely picture of us while we waited for our first flight.