For about 30 minutes, I was able to meet up with Michelle at Bush Intercontinental on her layover between San Diego and St. Paul. Ryan's flight to Omaha departed @ 9 and Min's @ 9:10 so it was perfect. We met up in terrible terminal C:
Me: C is crap. I don't even think there's a place for us to meet up and grab a beer.
Mom: I have beer.
Me: You smuggled a beer into the airport in your purse?
Mom: I have 6.
Me: You smuggled a 6 pack in your purse?
Mom: No... we have a cooler.
and so...me, ryan, mom, dad, michelle and michelle's friend from St. Paul drank St. Arnold Christmas ales in a Ford truck in the parking garage of Terminal C.
Texas is fantastic.