Around 4:10pm we left Mira Mesa!! We took the toll road and hit some traffic around the 10, but we got to slove's around 6:15, parked le Fusion, petted Bowie the Bulldog and were off to C&O's Italian in Venice for dinner. We lucked out and didn't have to wait for a table and sat down instantly for some killer garlic rolls (which get 2 thumbs up). Ryan's shirt has a tiger on it, but I ask if its a bobcat, but apparently this is silly because bobcat's don't have long tails and Ryan makes a nub motion which turns into quite the joke about nubbins.
Once outside we walk down the block to settle the 15ish killer garlic rolls we each consumed and a homeless man asks Shirlene for her leftovers. We end up at Cabo's Cantina to waste time with a drink. The waitresses have bad outfits but there is a cool fire pit upstairs. Ryan and I do a shot of Patron, ugh, and he ends up with 2 Dos Equis because they don't have amber and I don't like the regular. Shirlene drives us to LAX and after 2 laps we discover Terminal 6 is ours. But oops we're on the baggage level not departures! Oh well, we say goodbye to Slove and head up the escalater to find the COPA counter.
Mayhem. It is extremley disorganized and I wonder if our luggage will make the flight. The man zipties it closed so apparently its not getting opened through security. He answers his cell phone while helping us, has no luggage tags, but does manage to get us seats together, and in an exit row which I like since there's more leg room.
We make our way to security which is absolutely dead, there are more TSA workers than people flying! And then to gate 66. The terminal is old and very 1970s wood and bad carpet and we're using a United gate even though we're the only flight there. It's freezing, 11:00, and we hve 2.25 hours before take off. We get some napping in, wonder why they board one hour before departure, and listen to a devil child wreck havoc on his parents down the row from us. Ryan runs to buy a bottle of water, scares me to death upon his return as I'm sleeping, and he fully plops down into his seat next to me, and we discover why COPA boards so early. They are extremely inefficient! But we make it aboard, and promptly fall asleep after a take-off that seems to last forever! I kept wondering if we were in the air yet or not!
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