Every angel that could smile upon us did so, so far. We left Collingswood at 5:30 p.m., parked in long term parking, took a shuttle to the airport, checked our luggage, went through security and were near our gate having a glass of wine by 6:40 p.m.  Un-be-leiv-able.  Everyone was so nice, even the TSA’s. We had so much time to kill that we drank a glass and a flight at Vino Volo and then went to Chickie and Pete’s and split a lobster cheesesteak.  (Yes. No typo—classic cheesesteak topped with chunk after chunk of nicely cooked lobster.)  And yes, of course we split fries, too.

Flight to Paris went smoothly although neither of us slept as much as we hoped we would. Adrenalin?  Seats that won’t lay all the way back?  I watched “Her” and Mike watched “Lone Survivor.”  The premise of “Her” had seemed simply stupid to me when the film was first released, but I’m glad I saw it. A few scenes are still grossly implausible and downright silly (the sex scene and the surrogate sex scene stand out as mostly ridiculous) but I found the possibility of falling in love with an operating system seemed more real than I thought it would.

In Paris, we didn’t know that people disembark and board on the tarmac rather than a tunnel right at the gate so that it was a surprise—I got to feel like presidential.  The gate area was disconcerting—all glass and a bright sunny day made for a horrible greenhouse effect. There were no attendants in the whole wing—we had to just hope we were in the right place. Our flight was leaving at 12:55 and by 12:15 we still didn’t know what to do/if we were in the right place, etc. When people in our area all got up at once and formed a line we had no idea what was happening—and then we saw the shuttle outside with our flight number on it.

Now on the plane to Dublin!