I've always liked flying. I like airports and planes and the odd mix of people you see. It had been a while since I took a trip, so I was excited about flying from New Orleans to San Diego. I did notice that while traveling with Cara, I paid no attention to which gate I was going to or what time I needed to be there.
On the way to San Diego, we were delayed in Houston for 2 hours because of a leaking backup hydraulic valve (or something similar). I actually got on the plane before they decided to tell everyone to get off so they could fix it. The worst part about delays at airports is that they never tell you how long it will take. They just keeping pushing the time back 30 minutes, which doesn't allow you to actually do anything but sit and wait.
I sat next to a marine who was deploying in a couple weeks with a MEU. I had a friend who once as a naval officer on one of the ships in the group that transports MEUs, and I learned about his job as well as this marine's job as an infantryman.
On the way back, I took a nap on the first flight. On the second, I sat next to two guys from New Orleans who were returning from Las Vegas. They were loud and crude and eager to share their Vegas stories. It was entertaining. Dad picked me up from the airport with Tippe, who was happy to see me.
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