After the brief vacation for the kid sister's wedding, it's nice to head home.

After checking-out of the hotel, we stopped at a little restaurant recommended by the family, Eggs and Things, and then off to grandma's for a last little hang-out. Step-mom was there, but none of the others could make it. It was just Monday for them; dad was at work driving to Orange, and the bride and groom were, well, just not there==probably recovering from the driving...

We pulled a few things from the garage to the house, loaded the car, and took off down the Pacific Coast Highway. Normally I'd take "the 101," the Ventura Highway, which is six lanes of mad traffic all the way to the airport, but it was suggested to take "the 1" down the coast for a nicer view. I was told the drive is no longer, but is much prettier as you can see the ocean the whole way.

Well, the drive was much longer, taking two hours instead of one. We made it to the airport barely two hours before the flight. We checked our bags (we carried them on flying out, but are less concerned about loss on the way home where we have more clothes waiting) and proceeded to the gate area. We nabbed a quick burger and set out for the gate. We again arrived at the gate just as they called our rows to seat.

The wife was separated from the girl child and me, as the seats were all taken before we could select ours; the penalty for e-Tickets, I guess. The flight was uneventful, although I did regret my decision to not purchase a magazine or paperback before embarking. We said "good night" to the uncle and aunt as they had a ride waiting, and waited for our bags to be delivered. Everything arrived safe and sound, and we took off for home..