Security was a breeze!

The wine racks sucessfully made it through security without even a second look. Though Kristen's was wound so tightly around the girls and the nozzle was thoroughly taped shut, I'm not sure they would have even found it they had patted her down!

We ended up sitting at the SLC gate for over an hour because the flight plan they had for us didn't take into account the mountains. Way to start a trip out with confidence. Getting into Houston late had the entire plane a bit angry. With most of the passengers trying to rush to make connections, the announcement that the jetway was broken and security was on their way to fix it so we could get off didn't go over too well. Then while sitting there I happened to glance out the window just as my beach bag drove past on top of the luggage train. Since it was packed in my suitcase along with my panties and swimsuits I was a little concerned where the rest might be!

The jetway came down, they rescheduled us on a flight for the next day, but with sloshing bras we ran through three terminals and made our plane with a minute to spare!

I am never traveling with Kristen on a plane again because apparently this is normal for her.