One load, two loads, three loads of laundry, washed and folded, David Tutera's "My Fair Wedding", and Oprah Winfrey's Life Class in St. Louis all took place while Dan was out running an important errand. Coming from a Carribean Cruise, my brother Nate and his family will be arriving thirty-five minutes earlier than the scheduled time at LAX. Arriving at 5:20 this evening, Dan and I will aim for their house beforehand to snatch the family van before heading to the airport.
Once, twice and three times, we circle the Southwest terminal, killing time until their baggage is claimed and they are awaiting curbside to be picked up. After receiving a gestured approval from the airport security, Dan pulls the mini van tightly to the curb and opens the door to some happy-to-be-home faces that have been missed for a week. Baggage and people are all safely loaded into the van, we squeeze our way out of this busy airport and head to a broken rice restaurant in Little Saigon.
The 405 freeway flowed with great ease like a ballerina performing an allegro, swaying us effortlessly to a restaurant where each person filled their starving tummies with broken rice and I slurped every once of the wanton soup noodle. With loaded stomaches, the van becomes snug as we crowd ourselves back inside and head to the final destination - Asbury Circle.
The pick up was a success. Although Dan and I didn't have even the smallest room in our tummies to fit a Jolly Rancher icey dessert from Tebot, we did have room in our night to cram in a movie - "Boogie Nights".
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