A driving first

I drove to LAX by myself to pick up David.  Ta-da!  He was stuck in Newark for ages, but the silver lining (not for him, I guess) was that I didn't have to drive with rush hour traffic and I didn't have to drive with the sun in my eyes.  Instead of the stress of trying to time it perfectly (not getting there too early so I had to circle the airport and not getting there too late so David wondered if I had forgotten him), I parked the car.  Money well spent!  It meant I could go inside be waiting with open arms.  I didn't have a flag to wave like they do in Denmark and I hadn't even thought to bring flowers, like someone else had - maybe next time.