From across the room these symbols looked like tiny Stormtrooper helmets. (you know, from Star Wars?) My brain spent a full 15 seconds trying to process that.
Clearly I need a nap.
Once more unto the sky dear friends, once more. Boarding group C coming up next!
We are technically homeless. All we own is here:All else is in the clutches of either Alaska airlines, or one of several possible moving companies. A bit of an odd feeling actually. I don’t have keys to any house or apartment, and everything is in these bags. It’s actually sort of liberating in a weird way. Not that I’m not hoping that everything goes smoothly and all our stuff arrives safely. 😂The move yesterday went well.Our moving crew was great, they packed up all our stuff with great care, even though it turned out to be more stuff than they were told to expect, and their company gives them some really shitty equipment to work with. (seriously, I went to safeway and bought packing tape that actually worked.) Real troopers though. We filled a whole truck. Whaaat?Also, the car got picked up Tuesday. Byeeee filbert!So, here we are, 4.5 hours of sleep later, ready to get on our plane.No nap for me though, can’t afford to risk missing this flight. Coffee time! Will report in several time zones from now.
Apparently one of their security lines here at the E gates at DFW is still a metal detector. Their x-ray machine is more irritating than usual, so since I wasn’t going to get to have any fun with getting patted down I tried to irritate the lady managing the x-ray line.
She clearly already hated her job, everyone around her, and life in general, so there was really no further work to be done in trying to discourage her from coming to work. Boring.
I always feel pretty good in the airport when I realize how little we’re actually carrying. It feels like a lot when tossing it into the rental car, but when you see how much everyone at the airport has one feels quite tidy by comparison!
4:30 am in the airport rental car garage, with a good stiff breeze blowing, and Bev says “ah, the first hint of chilly all trip”. For reference I thought it was pleasantly warm, edging on warm enough that I wouldn’t want to do too much work outdoors.
It’s gonna be a hot summer down here. But for now, off to Seattle! I’ll miss our little 2019 Jetta rental car.
It’s basically the same as last week’s picture, except we’re one row further back, and Bev’s wearing a different shirt.
To be fair, I didn’t check the tail number, might be a different plane. But this flight just goes back and forth, so maybe not.
Going to be another whirlwind week of adventure! For now though, either audio book and game on tablet, or listening to music and reading, how to decide?
(Bev says I should’ve brought my knitting project so I wasn’t faced with such decisions. Like I need more stuff to carry.)
Good thing we checked in exactly on the 24 Hour early mark, 5 unlucky customers are getting booted to another flight as ASA 655 here is “oversold”. (weasel words if there ever were any!)
Homeward we go, a week back in PDX, then a week here, then two weeks back home, and then this becomes home!
What a silly question! Of COURSE advertise!
There is nowhere to sit in Houston that doesn’t have a flashing screen in front of you, and the chair bolted to the floor at a distance from the table designed to be uniformly uncomfortable for everyone.
Fortunately we weren’t there long. Off to Orlando!
I just realized that, and I hate it.
No, not 2:30am, although yes, also that.
Welcome to Josh and Bev’s 2018 Orlando adventure! In thy picture you see everything staged by the door ready to roll out, while also attempting to carry poor sleepy Bev.
At least we can take a short taxi to the airport. Brian and Julian have already been driving for almost an hour.
Off to the airport!
There’s been all this hubbub about the TSA and their “Would you like the naked irradiated pictures or the free gropes?” policy. So far I haven’t had the fun of going up against either. This disappoints me.
Yes, that’s right. I said “disappoints”. I’m looking forward to it! What’s wrong with me? Why, I wear a kilt of course! The options are endless!
“We’ve got an opt out here!!“… Oh, so you want to play that game?
“Oh, don’t be coy about it. I know you just want to see what’s worn under a kilt.” might get a blush, but I want to go with something more like ? “A kilt check? Sweet, haven’t had that done in a while. Usually I only let redheads in peasant outfits lift my kilt, but you look like a cute enough fella.”
I was really hoping that the last time I flew I’d get it. “Hey, I know I haven’t seen my wife in 2 months, thanks for helping me get warmed up!” might have been fun. In the game of “how to make a government employee blush” you really have to step up your game these days.
Actually the most fun would be just to go with “We’ve got a kilt check here!!“, but you do have to be careful calling too much attention over too wide an area. I think it’s better to make just one single agent a little nutty rather than go after the whole bunch.
So c’mon TSA. I’m flying out of SJC next Friday. Gird your loins for battle, ’cause laying your hands on mine is only gonna be fun for one of us!