Mom & Dad dropped us off at Dulles, and we allowed the curbside dude to check-in our luggage for our flight to Salt Lake City via JFK New York. I was nervous when he said he couldn't find our boarding pass for the second leg, the one from JFK to SLC. So I asked him, "Are you sure our bags are checked all the way through to SLC?" They had the pink Transfer ticket on them, but I only saw the barcodes for JFK. He assured me they were good to go, so we went inside the airport. I immediately went back to ask again if the bags were checked properly. Another assurance that all was well.
Our trip to JFK was relatively uneventful, and even moderately pleasant since the pilot performed a smooth takeoff and landing. At JFK we had 3.5 hours to wait for the connecting flight. We examined the electronics vending machine which sells ipods and digital cameras and nintendo psps.
We had a nice dinner at a latino food restaurant, Revolucion. I had fajitas, Mike had tacos (big surprise).

And then we waited. And waited. And waited.
Current plan: wait for luggage to arrive tomorrow night, thus staying an extra 24 hours here, then we're off to Mike's mom's house in Idaho.
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