Everyone at LAX is a fashion "don't"

Honestly. I don't read girly magazines much. I do get an inordinate thrill out of making fun of people, however. And everyone at the gate in LAX was an honest-to-god fashion don't. It was fabulous - every genera was represented: acid wash jeans...check. Giant belts...check. Ill fitting drapey shirt making skinny girl look preggers...check. Dude wearing a turquoise terrycloth track suit...with...wait for it...matching shoes...check. Oh - and this giant gaggle of the most horse-faced, yet self-absorbed mormon chicks I've ever seen. Inbreeding at its best? Something has to be responsible for their flagrant disregard for orthodontia, so we'll blame the fact that they were wearing BYU sweatshirts.

For whatever reason, the airport in Elko, Nevada, is the spitting image of that in Sitka, Alaska. Right down to the tunnel just outside. Having just woken up from napping on the flight over, it was extremely disorienting. Oh, and it's raining. In the desert. And it's 80 degrees. At midnight. I'm in hell.