Live blog-o-rama
I've arrived at the brand spanking new JetBlue terminal 5. I'm just going to get right to it: It's effing sweet. Maybe I'm just impressed with shiny and new- but I think it's new design improved upon the old terminal by leaps and bounds (yes, this entry is going to be loaded with cliches). Everything is centrally located and easy to locate. And there's a Lacoste store- so yeah that pretty much sold me. Oh, and did I mention the spa where you can get a manicure?! I mean there was a spa in the old terminal, but this one is nicer.
I feel like I should also mention that the new terminal makes people take their shoes off. I'm not a fan of this. The person sitting beside me (who thinks I'm insane judging by the look he gave me as I was taking pictures of my manicure) has his shoes off and the couple across the aisle from me also has their shoes off (and they are barefoot-ew).
Ok, I'm going to go have a drink because as me and my friends have all admitted drinking in airport bars is fun (thank god they fessed up because I thought I was the only one who found joy in this activity).
Below I grace you with a picture of my pretty red nails:
I feel like I should also mention that the new terminal makes people take their shoes off. I'm not a fan of this. The person sitting beside me (who thinks I'm insane judging by the look he gave me as I was taking pictures of my manicure) has his shoes off and the couple across the aisle from me also has their shoes off (and they are barefoot-ew).
Ok, I'm going to go have a drink because as me and my friends have all admitted drinking in airport bars is fun (thank god they fessed up because I thought I was the only one who found joy in this activity).
Below I grace you with a picture of my pretty red nails:
