Closer but not exactly...
Nov. 25th, 2005 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisHappiness is plenty of airport seating at your gate right next to an outlet. And special grins for a snappy Sprint connection. (I had an outlet in Charleston but the Sprint speed was a crawl.) This gate is clearly the butt end of the Philadelphia airport but the seats are wide and there are tons of them with no arm rests to get in your way. Just across the way - in eyeball distance - is an excellent looking place with superior dinner/snack potential. Life is good.
My favorite day travel day is Thanksgiving but second place is the Friday after. My friend, Earl, and I used to spend every Thanksgiving in the Caribbean. We lived on the East coast and it was a quick hop. We did a different island every year. We'd always either leave or return on Thanksgiving Day - we had whole planes to ourselves and flight attendants who were happy to have even two customers.
Earl was the perfect vacation buddy. He was a little old maid. He lived to fret. His job was handling all the details. He would fuss over hotels and restaurants and plane reservations for months. Periodically, he'd check in with a 'do you care about whether we ....' and I'd say, 'nope.'
And then, come November, I'd be on the beach with a fat paperback and a cool breeze with an umbrella shading me and another in my drink. We had some great trips. The year I moved to Minnesota, it was time for Aruba (on our island list) and I did love Aruba - fun gambling and nice nice beaches - it was just too damn far so that turned out to be our last trip. I still have one of the getting off the plane pics they sell you - I think from St. Thomas. Earl was such an easy mark.
But the Friday after Thanksgiving is a good travel day, too. It's just reasonable - traffic, people, workers. Of course, I'm not home yet...
There's a woman sitting a couple of seats down from me (we're sharing the outlet - she's charging her phone) reading a book and laughing out loud. I can't see the title. I guess I'll have to break down and ask.
My favorite day travel day is Thanksgiving but second place is the Friday after. My friend, Earl, and I used to spend every Thanksgiving in the Caribbean. We lived on the East coast and it was a quick hop. We did a different island every year. We'd always either leave or return on Thanksgiving Day - we had whole planes to ourselves and flight attendants who were happy to have even two customers.
Earl was the perfect vacation buddy. He was a little old maid. He lived to fret. His job was handling all the details. He would fuss over hotels and restaurants and plane reservations for months. Periodically, he'd check in with a 'do you care about whether we ....' and I'd say, 'nope.'
And then, come November, I'd be on the beach with a fat paperback and a cool breeze with an umbrella shading me and another in my drink. We had some great trips. The year I moved to Minnesota, it was time for Aruba (on our island list) and I did love Aruba - fun gambling and nice nice beaches - it was just too damn far so that turned out to be our last trip. I still have one of the getting off the plane pics they sell you - I think from St. Thomas. Earl was such an easy mark.
But the Friday after Thanksgiving is a good travel day, too. It's just reasonable - traffic, people, workers. Of course, I'm not home yet...
There's a woman sitting a couple of seats down from me (we're sharing the outlet - she's charging her phone) reading a book and laughing out loud. I can't see the title. I guess I'll have to break down and ask.
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Date: 2005-11-25 10:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-26 03:45 pm (UTC).
That is an excellent book.
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Welcome home!
Date: 2005-11-25 11:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-26 05:41 am (UTC)When that happens, I can sit in a floor with very firm back support (the wall), and make a little fort out of my bags (usually using one to put my feet up on), and read / work / whatever without people jostling in and out of seats near me. It's lovely.
[1] OK, maybe not true. The best flight I took was a red-eye from Seattle to Indianapolis after interviewing at Microsoft. Or maybe I was returning from my internship. Either way, I spent a great deal of time enjoying the offerings of a very nearby airport bar on MS's dime, and then passed out on the plane. Thus entirely missing the plane flight, just waking up (sober with a light hangover) as we landed to drive back to school. That I may have given the kids sitting near me something to whisper about ("The guy sitting next to us ... he was DRUNK!") and possibly be traumatized by was just an added bonus.