DALY CITY, CALIF.—Last night’s trip went rather smoothly. Though I was running late yesterday (I had left my office late, finishing a bunch of things that had to be done before I left town, but that’s work talk, so let’s not dwell on it), Thom and I got to Dulles with just enough time for me to glide through security, get to the terminal, and pop over to a nearby fast-food counter for a burger, which I brought on board the plane.
As you’ve probably read or heard, some of things the JetBlue experience has going for it are the inflight comforts: leather seats, extra legroom (thankfully not really ever an issue for a short guy like me), and DirecTV at every seat. I spent the first part of the flight switching among Food Network, HGTV, TLC, and even the History Channel (though a plane was not the most comforting place to watch a documentary on engineering disasters). I napped the rest of the way, and ended up arriving at Oakland earlier than scheduled. My dad, aunt, and mom (who had called Thom earlier in the evening to make sure I’d gotten to Dulles okay, since I didn’t get a chance to call her before taking off, like I usually do) were there to pick me up and bring me home, where much-needed sleep was had. Zzz.
Much jealousy from a fellow west coast expatriate also toiling on the east coast. If you get a chance, please pick up some potstickers at Eliza’s Restaurant on Potrero Hill, and ICQ them to me. Thanks.