On the Go

It's past 1:30 am on Friday morning. Scott and I are both laying down, attempting to sleep, on rows of seats facing each other. We're at SeaTac airport. 

We finally decided to take JJ up on one of his crazy offers to join him and Dustin for a free long weekend to some farflung location. We're en route to meet them at LAX and we'll all four get on a plane to spend two and a half days in San Jose, Costa Rica. 

Two and a half days means two nights in airports and/or flying, passing through several airports, loss of sleep, and hopefully lots of fun. 

The fun has, in fact, already started. We've stared at an exhibit of artsy Pearl Jam concert posters, laughed at children's drawings transformed into blown glass art, walked through the A terminal for the first time and learned the African Lounge/Bar contains nothing remotely African, spent two dollars each for an eight-minute electric chair massage and just generally enjoyed each other's company in a mode we used to be very familiar with - on the go.