To spice it up a little, throw in three middle seats not even near each other, two family members with congestion, the woman three rows up with TB, and a husband who thinks that since he paid $670 for his seat, he should be able to watch "Breach" unmolested for 2 hours.  On a plane.  Because it's free and all.

Two hours. 

Then rent a minivan with California plates.  In Oregon.  You can ask the nice lady at Alamo if you are going to get beat up for having a minivan with California plates and she will assure you that you will be fine because the good people of Oregon wouldn't hold it against you, but you may still find yoursef in a dirt ditch at 10:00 p.m.  With babies in the car. 

But the best part about going away.  Coming home to your own bed.  And sleeping in.  Until the person who was so kind to wake you up 2 hours early every single day of your vacation forgets that the alarm is on and sets it off.  Two hours before you should wake up.

Oh, the joys of "vacation."