Waiting in a manicure parlour watching my friend and his family pamper their nails. Dave’s wedding is tomorrow and he seems relatively relaxed, as he should be. His future wife to be is a sweet, laid back girl. So the three of us hopped on a plane and flew down to John Wayne Airport in Orange County.
Interesting side note, I guess flights are scheduled in such a way as to make sure planes abide by quiet hours after 10.
What is making me want to report on the awkward hilarity of the situation, are the faces. I think the guys are liking the treatment. There is a dense feeling of nervousness when we walked in, but people are feeling right at home now.