Waiting at the Airport

I discovered the wireless internet network at the airport! Wish I'd known about it when I flew in a few months ago instead of sitting around staring at people for six hours waiting for the bus into 29 Palms. Haha. But at least I know for the all-nighter Ryan and I pulling. Our flight doesn't leave until 6:10AM. Going strong so far. We have Cola for back up caffeine purposes.

After an 1 1/2 hour taxi ride from 29 Palms to the airport here in Palm Springs, we left our luggage with the Marine we shared the cab with and walked out a few blocks to look for food. We found this awesome privately owned pizza place owned by an Italian guy whose accent was insane. Not only did he make pretty much the most awesome pizza ever, (And garlic cheese bread. After all the calories I ingested I'm going to need some strength equipment and a diet regiment.) he got into this deep political discussion with us while the news was on. Ryan and I were the only customers there, and we felt kind of bad when he was telling us how his business is having problems right now with the economy. We talked to this guy for almost two hours while eating this outstanding pizza. He asked if we'd stop in when we flew back, and we decided this guy was so awesome we'll tote our luggage down to the restaurant to eat while we're waiting for the bus back to base. So it's a date. Haha. I'm going to look up the name of the place (Because I definitely already forgot.) so I can spread the word about the pizza from Heaven and the Italian guy whose political discussion rocked our socks.

There are Marines everywhere! We were in the U.S.O. until it started overflowing. There were Marines sleeping on the floor of the baggage claim area outside of the U.S.O. Club room. Ryan and I moved to some seats (And power outlets!) on the other end of the airport next to our check in desk. We can't check in or drop off our luggage until after 4AM, but we aren't really going anywhere after all of that pizza except maybe to a vending machine for Cola or potty breaks; which we can take turns for. And I just have to say that the U.S.O. always makes me have memories of Kilroy Was Here. ^_^;; Except without the swing dancing or musical numbers. "Don't say no to the U.S.O.!"