My flight to the Midwest left EARLY this morning.  I woke up at 2:30am to just get to it on time.  Of course, I arrived with more than an hour extra.  You know you are at the airport extra early when the picture above is the view out your bleary eyes.  Seats everywhere, even near the coveted chargers for cell phones and laptops.  I am like a Eastern king with my bags sprawled luxuriously across several seats keeping folks headed to Fargo, ND at least several feet away for the time being.

No, Starbucks and Cinnebon offer no morning solace, nor were there any other convenience stores open yet.  Now at 5am I hear their doors clattering open.  I wonder what is the better thing to do, try to sugar and caffeine my way through the early morning, or attempt sleeping on the plane which others seem to do with little effort but always eludes me.

I hate to group people unfairly, but this group looks like a group headed to the Peace Garden state, lots of Earth tones.  A couple of weeks ago I was shopping in Santa Monica and lets just say you can kinda tell where people live sometimes.  However I should be forgiving, I didn't exactly spend a lot of time getting ready this morning as a protest to myself for booking this flight.  (Actually this is the only direct LA to Fargo flight and it only flies on Tuesday and Saturday, the other options are connecting and after recent adventures in lost bags and delays I thought this was better despite a revelry-like rousing).

Well, folks.  Time to board.