The best part is when the plane takes off. 

Ok, coming back from Colorado, there is a raised security level.  From what I can gather, this means that they are now asking us if there are any liquids in our carry on luggage and then make us stand in this little cubicle which blasts air on us.  Also, some of the people are having to empty out everything from their carry-ons onto these tables.  They've got these two young, preppy looking white girls w/all their shit piled up.  From what I can see, it's little bottles of shampoo, makeup, stuff like that.  Me and my sister are spared this indignity.  There are a few indian people wandering around dressed up in full terrorist gear.  By this I mean they are wearing the big turbans and weird flowing clothing.  I'm not trying to be racist here, but they look like they belong to the Bin Laden club.  I see one in a big purple turban, walking fast and purposefully, giving everyone crazy looks.  I try hard not to stare.  I imagine I see murder in his eyes.  I tell J, if he's on our plane, I am getting off.  I mean it.  Maybe the airport should check this guys fucking turban, it's big enough to smuggle all kindsa shit.  Reminds me of a bugs bunny cartoon.

Aside from that, it wasn't that eventful.  There was a middle aged couple who just could not get their shit together.  We get on the plane, their seats are directly across the aisle from us.  They couldn't get their battered aluminum suitcase w/a million stickers all over it into the overhead container.  They struggled for what seemed like decades while people started getting backed up in the aisle.  Finally they gave up and held it til everyone was seated.  When we got off the plane they were in front of us and they kept dropping all their shit.  We'd start moving again and then BAM, there's their shit, all over the floor again.  We finally get in the big walkway and they both decide to drop their suitcases at the same time.  They were straight out of a bad travel movie.