Flight to Buenos Aires: 

It was a long, wet ride to the airport as it was raining and traffic was horrible.  There was actually a fear that we might not make it to the airport in time for the flight.  Those fears were almost realized as we only made it to the airport with 3 hours to spare.  The ride to the airport was made more interesting by the constant use of the phrase "mental note" which seemed to annoy Debbie to no end.  We compared it to Judy’s past abuse of the word "sketchy." 

The time at the airport was fairly uneventful.  I tried in vain to find contact lens solution.  No stores had it; why would anyone need something like that on a trip before a long plane ride, anyway.  We played a game of Ms. Pac Man; it wasn’t competitive as Jon won easily and accumulated a fairly good score. 

We boarded the plane late.  Of course our seats weren’t together though for some reason the desk attendant told us that they were together.  There were two prime candidates to switch with one of us so that we could sit next to each other on the flight.  We queried the first candidate, and he said that he wanted an aisle seat. 

We replied, "You would be switching to an aisle seat."

He countered, "I just don’t want to switch."

I wanted to hit him with a passion.  The other guy wouldn’t switch because he wanted a closer view of the television to watch all of the really good movies that they show on the flight.  Jon had the good fortune to sit between these two nincompoops for the flight.  The first thing he did was to put his elbows on both elbow rests.  Dash immediately asked Jon, "How is your rash doing?"  Jon took every opportunity to use the rest room during the flight, usually at a time when one of the guys seemed to be falling into a really good sleep.  We also used our flight to plan our trip, even though this required talking really loudly to cover the two-row gap between our seats.  I don’t think the people in between liked it, but one can never be completely sure...