Airportin'

Today we got up and went to the airport. Flying standby is not at all fun this time of year, but the fact remains that I would like to see my family, they live far away, and this is the only way to do so for us, financially speaking. So we play the game of "What airline/route/city has the most available seats?" Nine times out of ten we end up calling my parents from a random airport and telling them "We'll be in {city} in about two hours. Start driving!" Today we happened to have to fly into Sacramento via Denver (the original plan was to be in Reno via Las Vegas...two bumps, a shuffle, and a "get off the plane there's been a problem, no wait you're good, go back on the plane" later and we ended up getting on a flight.) The West coast is seriously spread out, airport-wise, compared to the East. Trying to get into Northern Nevada is difficult sometimes. At least Sacramento is only a three hour drive (compared to the next closest cities, San Fran, Boise, and Las Vegas, which are about six.) We landed at 7:30, had some In-N-Out Burger, then took I-80 into Reno, picking up my sister, Lynette, on the way to the house. Aaaaaand....now it's time to crash, I'm uber zonked.