I set the cell phone alarm for 4:30 AM; but I didn't sleep. I didn't hear it alarm...until 5:30 AM... wow! At the airport the carry on bag was too high due to the wheels...check it in!...mo' money. At the security check point, my other carry on bag would have to be checked in because it contained too much aftershave lotion, mouthwash, and splash on sweet smell...dump it or return to square one...so back to the check in counter...and mo' money. So my two 'carry on bags' are on the way to LA without me. I hope the dress code includes the stuff I wore to leave home...sans sweetsmell. I had better keep a good thought. Some folks got to the door of the aircraft and had to check their stuff in. I'm in the seat...the good news is Captain Chuck Connors is the pilot! Hey, isn't his other job in the movies? It's time for a GRAMMY "Dream Flight"...see you in Chicago. Eased out of Chicago, and had a smooth ride to LA...managed to get a couple naps...touched down at LAX safely. Picked up a car and went to the hotel. Check in was a nightmare; their slogan is "an adventure you will always remember". I'm remembering already...and I just got to the room! After an obligatory "just stating my beef" session with the manager, they hipped me to the champagne and lite fare dinner sessions. It ain't easy, is it? Now to rest and go scope out some GRAMMY Stars! Catch you later.