David and I have made an art out of public sleeping.
It’s like that craze called “Planking” where you find the most random flat spot you can and lay on it. Except us public sleepers close our eyes and potentially snore.
Last night’s display could be seen in Terminal 4 of JFK International Airport in New York. On a long, padded bench outside a Peet’s Coffee House, you could see two bleary-eyes travelers trying to catch a few winks.
The flight in from Grenada wasn’t so bad. It left on time and without too much hoopla – an unusual accomplishment for an airport that has been plagued by canceled flights, pilots on strike and airlines that cancel their contracts at the last minute.
As far as I am concerned, Delta was the way to go. Back in the coach cattle car, David and I watched movies, played games and read all while trying to find the most comfortable, yet awkward looking seating positions.
A blast of cold (34 degree) air met us when we landed in New York. If that doesn’t wake you up, I am not sure what will!
Because of customs dumb rules, we had to collect all our checked baggage and re-check it for the trip to Salt Lake. After wandering outside through the night air toward our terminal, we were informed that the baggage check was closed for the night. With everything in tow, we made our way back to Terminal 4, where we found that blessed piece of real estate in front the the Peet’s Coffee.
The next flight from New York to Las Vegas was as good as it gets outside of first class. About 15 people on a plane that holds 100+ plus super nice flight attendants meant that each person could have their own row if they wanted. We were tired and we wanted. So we wiled away the next five glorious hours with plenty of airline sleep.
That brings me to now: waiting in fabulous Las Vegas for our flight to Salt lake with two fabulously gay and friendly men, one an ER doc.
Oh how I love the West Coast with its friendly people, never-ending land and (best of all) family.
Let the vacation begin!
