At this point Justin & I are pretty much experts at getting through an airport.
We know where we’re parking, know which elevator we’re taking, know which kiosk is going to open up first. We know who to smile at, know which order to put our bags on to be weighed, know the buttons on the self check-in by heart.
We pre-plastic bag up our 3oz containers, know how to avoid the weird air-puffer thing at the security line, and carry a soft roll measuring tape in case any of our carry ons are challenged for being over-sized (ok so that last one we just heard about, but we are TOTALLY doing that from now on!)
And when it comes to the packing and unpacking of our laptop, hard drives and camera gear…we are a veritable pit crew of awesomeness meets Russian ballet, whipping ourselves through security and each time shaving off at least .57 seconds from our previous time.
We are that good. Because, well, we have to be. Because us….yea we travel. A LOT.
So as you can imagine, the movie Up in the Air with Mr. George Clooney was right up our alley. For those of you who haven’t seen it, it’s the story of a man who spends about 300 days of the year, well…up in the air. And since he spends so much of his life doing just that, he has gotten really really good at the parts of travel you can control.
Yea, we can relate. Yesterday we were in Philly and got home around midnight. Today we were back up at 6:45 to make our way to Houston for a week full of shoots.
So we plastic bag our travel containers. And have perfectly trim carry on luggage. And have learned to whip off our belts with one hand while sliding off our slip on shoes with the other.
So that we can sit peacefully on the other side at the gate, eating our Fresh City burritos, and giving thanks that we…well, we are a pit crew of two.