Guam International Airport. The BQs go to the Continental counter and look for the fastest flight, and the lady tells them that Northwest has a flight at 3:50 PM. ["Miss Alli, the giant homer, at TARcon: 'Northwest! WOOO!'" -- Joe R] This flight stops in Tokyo, and it would get them into Honolulu at 7:40 AM. And then Kandice, with a little bit of an "I know this sounds stupid" grin, asks whether "for privacy reasons," the ticket agents might refrain from mentioning that they saw "two blondes." "What color is blonde?" the one lady asks, and for a minute, everyone freezes. (What's awesome is that if you think about it, Mirna lives her whole life entirely in this moment.) And then the lady cracks up laughing, and the BQs crack up laughing, and Dustin is like, "Perfect!" Heh. They head to the Northwest area. If my experiences with Northwest are any indication, it's lucky for them that they're not checking any bags. And I hope they don't want anything to eat except a box of vending-machine food. I'm just saying -- a "meal" is not a pack of crackers, an oily "summer sausage," a package of dried-up raisins, and incomprehensible "snack mix" that seems to have Styrofoam packing material in it, Northwest. Although they do edge out my recent experience with American, which managed to delay my flight three hours, an hour and a half of which was due to a broken door on the potty. GOD.