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So it is around 10:15 pm last night (Sunday), and Rachel and I are due to pick up Harvey from the airport at 11:00 pm. This means we should be getting ready to leave, but no we are frantically scrambling through the house finding paper and makers and tape and 1337.... yes thats right, 1337. We were making Harvey a welcome home sign and found it amusing if it were to be in 1337. We finally get the poster (many sheets of paper taped together - ha) traced and now we are coloring it in.... we recruit Rachel's little brother to assist in the coloring and then we are off. The race has begun! We are late.... so we speed there, end up running though the terminal, almost loose a shoe, and end up getting to the gate to see a 45 min layover! We end up attempting to entertain ourselves with games on our phones to pass the time. Forty-five minutes pass and Harvey comes through the gate.... all red from embarrassment. He was not even expecting us to come in to get him, more-less have a huge sign and make it look like we had not seen him in a year. He had only been gone since Thursday, we just wanted to be goofy and have fun! so over all it was a success. w3£(0m3 h0m3 h4rv3¥!