Well, I did not lie…we in fact woke up at the butt crack this morning to head out to the airport. I was awakened by the song Holiday…and it’s still stuck in my head, even at this very moment. We got to Lindbergh at a little after 5. Our cab driver went on about Schwartzenegger [...]
Well, I did not lie…we in fact woke up at the butt crack this morning to head out to the airport. I was awakened by the song Holiday…and it’s still stuck in my head, even at this very moment. We got to Lindbergh at a little after 5. Our cab driver went on about Schwartzenegger and some other stuff that I couldn’t really understand since he was of a different ethnic variety. So I nodded and laughed at what I could understand.
Check in was a breeze, with the exception of Brian’s balls that he carried on. They gave him strange looks and ran his balls through the scanner a couple times. It was exhausting. They made me take off my shoes and belt. You have to realize that this is my first flight in many years (my last time in the air was back in 2000 when I went to Scandinavia). Things are much different now. But you would think that they would carpet the area where they make you take off your shoes. But nooo, there is nothing but cold tile. Definitely not foot-friendly.
We decided to take an earlier flight out of San Diego to get the ball rolling…and now we are sitting at Gate 77 at LAX waiting for our flight to Honolulu. Our first leg was fast and friendly. Brian and I were the emergency door handlers. I definitely think my leadership skills would have paid off had their been an emergency. Also, the fact that I’m buff also would have helped. Our flight attendant was totally hot too. She looked sort of like Kristin Davis (a.k.a. Charolotte from Sex in the City). I was going to ask for her number, but considering the fact that I’m a wuss and she’s from Utah, I don’t think it would have been a good idea. Besides, long distance relationships just don’t work…especially when they are with hot flight attendants.
More later….