Thanks to a friend (whose myspace link I can't find) I got to the airport at 7:45 after an easy trip, a mandatory taquito and some of the worst coffee I've had in a while. Seriously, even sugar and cream couldn't help this watery abomination. Virtually no traffic, the mandatory Van Halen on my friend's part and we were off.
There were already a lot of people in line, but the First Class line is empty - my red-carpeted path to sweet freedom. This First Class gig just keeps getting better! Too bad I'll never do this in Real Life.