Down at Mary's!
Well, I've arrived safely! I have to say, one of the more interesting travel times I've had recently. Tell you about it? Don't mind if I do!
SFO security apparently does not like when people ask extensive questions about their security protocols, and how they differ from "those bastards at the courthouse earlier". If the full-body nudity machine was working yet, I think they would have put me through it. Just can't figure out why these guys seem to be rubbed the wrong way by everything. They're touchy.
My flight was on Virgin America....*comic guy voice*weirdest airline, ever.*end voice* The airlines are lit with blue overhead lights and purple effect lighting. I kept expecting the cabin broadcast system to start pumping out dance music. Even had a move picked out for when we all got up and started shakin' it, but no joy. Damn plane never really delivered on it's potential. Even after I got bored and started watching the in-flight television (bonus points!), they only got to the middle of Burn Notice before we touched down. Also, the redhead next to me who was dressed like she was going to a dance club? Totally refused to help me kick off the dancing trend. Some people are just no fun.
LAX is doing remodelling. This means that, to exit the arrivals area from VA, one must walk through a several-blocks-long featureless white tunnel with a ceiling several inches above my walking height. I had the strangest feeling while walking down it that my plane hadn't made it, and this was some kind of purgatory experience. I even stalled a bit with the nice lady who's job it was to make sure everyone went through the revolving doors (also, can't see through the revolving doors) to their final destination. Yeah - not seeming so crazy now with the purgatori thing, am I? When we established that there were snacks on the other side, I decided that my brain was probably still spinning trying to come up with better ways to end Lost than the creators had, and went on through. A few minutes spent on the curb talking with the janitor guy later, and a very pretty girl in a very fancy car pulled up. This, I believe, has ended forever my budding friendship with janitor guy, at least by the look he shot me. And it's really too bad, he had some great working-man insights into the world. Let us all treasure his timeless wisdom. "This place crazy all week, brotha! Too many cars all droppin trash all over." Words to think about.
Omigod....dinner last night? They have a POTATO SKINS MENU. Not just potato skins on the menu, a whole section of the menu devoted to skins. I'm in love. I want that restaurant to have my tiny, delicious babies. Mmmm, babies.
Okay, movie times and exploration scheduled for today!
SFO security apparently does not like when people ask extensive questions about their security protocols, and how they differ from "those bastards at the courthouse earlier". If the full-body nudity machine was working yet, I think they would have put me through it. Just can't figure out why these guys seem to be rubbed the wrong way by everything. They're touchy.
My flight was on Virgin America....*comic guy voice*weirdest airline, ever.*end voice* The airlines are lit with blue overhead lights and purple effect lighting. I kept expecting the cabin broadcast system to start pumping out dance music. Even had a move picked out for when we all got up and started shakin' it, but no joy. Damn plane never really delivered on it's potential. Even after I got bored and started watching the in-flight television (bonus points!), they only got to the middle of Burn Notice before we touched down. Also, the redhead next to me who was dressed like she was going to a dance club? Totally refused to help me kick off the dancing trend. Some people are just no fun.
LAX is doing remodelling. This means that, to exit the arrivals area from VA, one must walk through a several-blocks-long featureless white tunnel with a ceiling several inches above my walking height. I had the strangest feeling while walking down it that my plane hadn't made it, and this was some kind of purgatory experience. I even stalled a bit with the nice lady who's job it was to make sure everyone went through the revolving doors (also, can't see through the revolving doors) to their final destination. Yeah - not seeming so crazy now with the purgatori thing, am I? When we established that there were snacks on the other side, I decided that my brain was probably still spinning trying to come up with better ways to end Lost than the creators had, and went on through. A few minutes spent on the curb talking with the janitor guy later, and a very pretty girl in a very fancy car pulled up. This, I believe, has ended forever my budding friendship with janitor guy, at least by the look he shot me. And it's really too bad, he had some great working-man insights into the world. Let us all treasure his timeless wisdom. "This place crazy all week, brotha! Too many cars all droppin trash all over." Words to think about.
Omigod....dinner last night? They have a POTATO SKINS MENU. Not just potato skins on the menu, a whole section of the menu devoted to skins. I'm in love. I want that restaurant to have my tiny, delicious babies. Mmmm, babies.
Okay, movie times and exploration scheduled for today!