Cheeseburger in Paradise! Tuesday report.
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kellan_the_tabbyExcept for the lack of an actual cheeseburger.
In the Philadelphia Airport, started around eleven or so
So the day started at six-thirty when the alarm went off. Somehow I'd slept better than usual when I've got to get up early, so that didn't suck as much as it frequently does.
I showered last night so I didn't need one. I got some stuff done while Lewis showered, and we got everything packed up and left. Since Lewis had three laptops (two of them for work) and I only had one, I'm carrying one of them for him. It's _heavy_.
Traffic sucked. Turnpike was backed up south of Lansdale. We got off the highway in time and took back ways to 422, which wasn't too bad, but we missed the flight anyway. It was close, though, which necessitated doing an OJ through the parking garage, thus causing my feet to fall off. I _thought_ I was used to these shoes...
So, we get rescheduled to a later flight. No problem; we've both got laptops and books, and there's a Friday's right there, so we'll get an early lunch. It turns out that this Friday's serves breakfast. Breakfast!?
Omelets. Pretty good. So was the toast, but I was full, so I shamelessly wrapped it in a napkin (along with insufficient butter and one of those cheesy plastic knives that are all they'll give you) for later.
Which I just ate, since it's one thirty and we're still sitting here. The flight we got rescheduled to was cancelled. Apparently, instead of flying from Boston to Philadelphia and thence to Ft. Lauderdale, the pilot decided to skip Philadelphia entirely. The lady at the counter wasn't sure why. I suspect we'll be hearing in the news. I also suspect I'm kinda glad I wasn't on the plane at the time.
I mean, duh. It's not like missing an exit on the highway. I suspect his job is gonna be brief after this.
So we got re-rescheduled, and now we're flying into Tampa, thence to a connection to Key West. We said we'd take most anything to Southern Florida and bloody drive the rest of the way if we had to, but the lady was very kind and efficient about re-rescheduling us. As she ought, though personally I think the pilot ought to be the one taking the complaints.
Theoretically we're taking off at 2:30. It's quarter of, and there's no plane yet. So...we shall see.
The guy behind us in the line to check in had also missed his flight in the same traffic jam. So he, too, was cancalled, and wound up in line behind us again to get re-rescheduled. Turns out that he, too, works on ships, though apparently he's more of a hardware (as in ship-parts) kind of guy. So we chatted for a bit as we waited.
I got a couple of pages of Pairs edited, and discovered that I really need to sit down, read through the whole thing and do a timeline. Yes, I should have done that first. Next time, for sure. :P
I have in mind a PoTC AU snippet, in which Jack and James are sitting in an airport, bored, and Jack keeps coming up with _ideas_ to keep things interesting, and James keeps having to stop him from doing something that'll get them both thrown out, if not actively arrested.
3:30, somewhere over Virginia; handwritten in a journal
We're actually in the air now. First class seats! We're even in the first row. Which has its good point and its bad points, mind you. Since there's no seat in front of us, the tray table comes out of the armrest beside me; the disadvantage to all this leg room is that there's nothing in front of me to lean the screen on. I so need a new laptop. In the meantime, at least I've got a notebook and a pen.
Of course, my arm already hurts. :P
Apparently we amuse the stewardesses. Lewis is wearing his 'I never commanded you not to think - God' t-shirt and they think that's hysterical. Also, I seem to be in possession of some thirteen packets of shortbread.
It seems that in first class, instead of a small packet of peanuts or pretzels or whatever, they bring around a basket with an assortment of stuff - chips, pretzels, cashews (not peanuts), some kind of biscotti. And shortbread. I love shortbread.
So I snatched a packet of shortbread. I must have looked pleased about this, because she gestured for me to take another one. Not being foolish (or so I thought at the time), I did. "Want any more?" she asked. "I'd take them all," I replied. "but I don't think I'm allowed to." "I'll bring back the leftovers," she said.
Which she did. I snatched three more, giving her the 'can I get away with this' look each time. And she kept letting me.
Which was funny enough and left me with more shortbread than I was likely to eat on one plane trip, but then she walked past, said "You can have as many as you want", and put down a whole handful. Eight more little packs of shortbread.
I think Lewis and I spent the next ten minutes laughing. I think they like us.
I can't even see the ground; it's too cloudy. Apparently we're slaloming around thunderstorms - I've seen a couple of anvil clouds but no lightning. Only a little bit of turbulence so far.
I'm definitely going to be spoiled after this trip, though. This seat is so wide I've got a leg folded up under me, and I can damn near sprawl.
Down to only ten packets of shortbread.
I may do a sequel to the above-mentioned fic, with Jack and Will on the plane, charming rum and shortbread out of the stewardesses.
5:30, Tampa Airport, handwritten
Landed fine after skirting a few more thunderstorms. I finally got to see lightning from the air. Depressingly, it didn't look very impressive, though I suspect that that was mostly because we didn't get very close. Which, what with one thing and another, was probably for the best.
We switched to Continental for the last jump, so we had to go through security again. I'm getting better at juggling all of the laptops. Can you imagine Jack Sparrow going through security with all the stuff in his braids? I think any modern version must stick to wooden and glass beads.
7ish, over the water; in a small turboprop airplane for the short hop from Tampa to Key West
When you're high enough, and you're over the sea, it looks like the sky goes down forever.
In the Philadelphia Airport, started around eleven or so
So the day started at six-thirty when the alarm went off. Somehow I'd slept better than usual when I've got to get up early, so that didn't suck as much as it frequently does.
I showered last night so I didn't need one. I got some stuff done while Lewis showered, and we got everything packed up and left. Since Lewis had three laptops (two of them for work) and I only had one, I'm carrying one of them for him. It's _heavy_.
Traffic sucked. Turnpike was backed up south of Lansdale. We got off the highway in time and took back ways to 422, which wasn't too bad, but we missed the flight anyway. It was close, though, which necessitated doing an OJ through the parking garage, thus causing my feet to fall off. I _thought_ I was used to these shoes...
So, we get rescheduled to a later flight. No problem; we've both got laptops and books, and there's a Friday's right there, so we'll get an early lunch. It turns out that this Friday's serves breakfast. Breakfast!?
Omelets. Pretty good. So was the toast, but I was full, so I shamelessly wrapped it in a napkin (along with insufficient butter and one of those cheesy plastic knives that are all they'll give you) for later.
Which I just ate, since it's one thirty and we're still sitting here. The flight we got rescheduled to was cancelled. Apparently, instead of flying from Boston to Philadelphia and thence to Ft. Lauderdale, the pilot decided to skip Philadelphia entirely. The lady at the counter wasn't sure why. I suspect we'll be hearing in the news. I also suspect I'm kinda glad I wasn't on the plane at the time.
I mean, duh. It's not like missing an exit on the highway. I suspect his job is gonna be brief after this.
So we got re-rescheduled, and now we're flying into Tampa, thence to a connection to Key West. We said we'd take most anything to Southern Florida and bloody drive the rest of the way if we had to, but the lady was very kind and efficient about re-rescheduling us. As she ought, though personally I think the pilot ought to be the one taking the complaints.
Theoretically we're taking off at 2:30. It's quarter of, and there's no plane yet. So...we shall see.
The guy behind us in the line to check in had also missed his flight in the same traffic jam. So he, too, was cancalled, and wound up in line behind us again to get re-rescheduled. Turns out that he, too, works on ships, though apparently he's more of a hardware (as in ship-parts) kind of guy. So we chatted for a bit as we waited.
I got a couple of pages of Pairs edited, and discovered that I really need to sit down, read through the whole thing and do a timeline. Yes, I should have done that first. Next time, for sure. :P
I have in mind a PoTC AU snippet, in which Jack and James are sitting in an airport, bored, and Jack keeps coming up with _ideas_ to keep things interesting, and James keeps having to stop him from doing something that'll get them both thrown out, if not actively arrested.
3:30, somewhere over Virginia; handwritten in a journal
We're actually in the air now. First class seats! We're even in the first row. Which has its good point and its bad points, mind you. Since there's no seat in front of us, the tray table comes out of the armrest beside me; the disadvantage to all this leg room is that there's nothing in front of me to lean the screen on. I so need a new laptop. In the meantime, at least I've got a notebook and a pen.
Of course, my arm already hurts. :P
Apparently we amuse the stewardesses. Lewis is wearing his 'I never commanded you not to think - God' t-shirt and they think that's hysterical. Also, I seem to be in possession of some thirteen packets of shortbread.
It seems that in first class, instead of a small packet of peanuts or pretzels or whatever, they bring around a basket with an assortment of stuff - chips, pretzels, cashews (not peanuts), some kind of biscotti. And shortbread. I love shortbread.
So I snatched a packet of shortbread. I must have looked pleased about this, because she gestured for me to take another one. Not being foolish (or so I thought at the time), I did. "Want any more?" she asked. "I'd take them all," I replied. "but I don't think I'm allowed to." "I'll bring back the leftovers," she said.
Which she did. I snatched three more, giving her the 'can I get away with this' look each time. And she kept letting me.
Which was funny enough and left me with more shortbread than I was likely to eat on one plane trip, but then she walked past, said "You can have as many as you want", and put down a whole handful. Eight more little packs of shortbread.
I think Lewis and I spent the next ten minutes laughing. I think they like us.
I can't even see the ground; it's too cloudy. Apparently we're slaloming around thunderstorms - I've seen a couple of anvil clouds but no lightning. Only a little bit of turbulence so far.
I'm definitely going to be spoiled after this trip, though. This seat is so wide I've got a leg folded up under me, and I can damn near sprawl.
Down to only ten packets of shortbread.
I may do a sequel to the above-mentioned fic, with Jack and Will on the plane, charming rum and shortbread out of the stewardesses.
5:30, Tampa Airport, handwritten
Landed fine after skirting a few more thunderstorms. I finally got to see lightning from the air. Depressingly, it didn't look very impressive, though I suspect that that was mostly because we didn't get very close. Which, what with one thing and another, was probably for the best.
We switched to Continental for the last jump, so we had to go through security again. I'm getting better at juggling all of the laptops. Can you imagine Jack Sparrow going through security with all the stuff in his braids? I think any modern version must stick to wooden and glass beads.
7ish, over the water; in a small turboprop airplane for the short hop from Tampa to Key West
When you're high enough, and you're over the sea, it looks like the sky goes down forever.
