Now we get to hang out for another 2 hours before the next flight. Coming into the bay was wicked, we passed through this really thick cloud layer that was really low. It was like gliding across a sea of cotton balls...
George was out right away, but i'm wired, new experiences and all. I should be able to sleep on the next flight to denver.
I just found out the hard way that the copy of hot fuzz I put on the ipod is in russian....
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