Lunch

Jen and I are once again at the airport. This time we're headed to Pittsburgh for a rápido visit with mein Vati.

Our plan is to take him out for a big, sinfully calorie indulgent lunch (one that his nurses def won't approve of and yes, there will be beer) and then tote him back to the good care of the folks at Scenery Hill Manor.

Sadly, this trip is much too short to see my older sister OR Michal the Balm of Idaho and this gives me a big ol' sad but there will be other trips. Of course.

Airport bars -- just love the people watching. All of us travelers in this not-yet-there and no-longer-quite-here limbo state.

And yes, it's 7:15 AM and I'm in a bar. Drinking coffee. No. Really. They don't start making mimosas until 9.