Utah! Ready or not, here we come

We get to Long Beach a tad early. Just a tad. Like 2 hours. I love the airport, it's not big and bustly like LAX or others I've been to. It doesn't seem much more complicated than the little airports in our town. BH and I decide to go to the bar. There's always a place to eat at an airport, most will have a bar of some sort. Airport bars are my favorite bars, by far. There's nobody here, outside, watching the planes come and go. We've got the whole place to ourselves. We have a couple three beers waiting. He orders Heiniken, always, and I try a Blue Moon. Yum, has an orange after taste. For the first beer that is. After that I don't recall tasting it. Much.Blows me a kiss. For luck. I'm so excited that I think I'm vibrating. That could have been my phone. I'm not sure.
A plexi wall. Why? Maybe to keep the kiddies from falling over while their parents get sloshed in the bar.

This is not our plane. I loved that we were so close to all the action.This is our plane. You know I really like boarding this way. Instead of the shoot thing at LAX. I hate that. You climb on board through this enclosed catwalk and you are never sure exactly when you get into the plane. This way you see the plane, the stewies take your hand and welcome you aboard. It's wonderful.

This is not.

And is posted everywhere.

We won't be going over the ocean or even big enough bodies of water.

Still.

It would make me feel much better if my cushion turned into a boat instead of a 'floatation device'

Shhhh!

I'm super busy with an audit.

Please keep it down.

I don't want the boss to catch me bloggin.