Everyone is super-friendly (the security check guy repacked my carry-on for me after I had to pull it to bits for screening, and was really happy to do so), but unredeemed themselves with the patting and the x-raying.
The flight was alright. The girl next to me was watching Grease - I remember "Pinks you punk. Pink slips. Ownership papers?", then next thing Will Smith was punching an alien in the face, so I guess I got some sleep.
I just realised the music coming from that bar over there is a Crowded House cover. Huh.
Hi LA woman!
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I don't even remember Will Smith being in Grease, how weird!
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