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Calgary Trip Day 1: Wednesday
Aug. 22nd, 2018 11:59 pmAfter completing my work day and packing, Gary and I caught the 17 bus to Everett Station. The Double Tall downtown was driven by our friendly neighborhood Sikh driver with the blue turban. The platform was a little crowded at Westlake. A couple of nice-looking young dudes with dark complexions and thick but trim black beards boarded with us bearing large suitcases. Also a cute cublet who reminds me of Danny from CC's boarded and exited the train on the way. At Tukwila the dudes with the suitcases left the train and we tried to tell them this wasn't the airport, but they didn't get it in time and had to wait for the next train.
The wait at TSA was minimal. Gary decided to take the train to Concourse B but as it turned out, our gate was closer to the terminal than the train station. It wasn't all bad, though, as we got a look at all the eateries in the terminal as well as a cute cubby TSO with a thick beard. We had pizza at Sbarro and watched Wheel and Jeopardy, solving puzzles along with a few other patrons. After dinner we sat by the adjacent gate to ours and waited for the Los Angeles flight occupying our gate to take off. As soon as the bulk of the boarding was done, we had to check at the desk and show our passports. Then we settled in to wait for our plane to be parked at the gate and serviced so we could board. While waiting, I noticed a South Asian family, with a cute bearded father, mother, and three sons, the oldest probably tween-aged and nearly as tall as his dad, and the youngest perhaps five, all of them running around and having to be wrangled by their parents. There was also a big Pacific Islander dude with a lot of ink and his equally sized lady companion.
Before we took off, they needed to move five people up to first class to balance the weight of the plane; I was offered the last place but declined since we were traveling together. The flight was short, just over an hour in the air, and we were only a few minutes late despite the LA flight delaying our plane at the gate in Seattle.
We scanned our passports and customs form and were questioned by a smoking-hot border officer with a thick, dark beard, who wanted to know if we knew who the Stamps are playing since we said we were attending the game. On the way out we handed our customs receipt to an equally cute young officer with a ginger beard. Our bag was waiting for us on the carousel and it wasn't long before we were on the hotel shuttle. We checked in, went up to our eighth-floor room, and chilled out briefly before hitting the sack around 1 AM.
The wait at TSA was minimal. Gary decided to take the train to Concourse B but as it turned out, our gate was closer to the terminal than the train station. It wasn't all bad, though, as we got a look at all the eateries in the terminal as well as a cute cubby TSO with a thick beard. We had pizza at Sbarro and watched Wheel and Jeopardy, solving puzzles along with a few other patrons. After dinner we sat by the adjacent gate to ours and waited for the Los Angeles flight occupying our gate to take off. As soon as the bulk of the boarding was done, we had to check at the desk and show our passports. Then we settled in to wait for our plane to be parked at the gate and serviced so we could board. While waiting, I noticed a South Asian family, with a cute bearded father, mother, and three sons, the oldest probably tween-aged and nearly as tall as his dad, and the youngest perhaps five, all of them running around and having to be wrangled by their parents. There was also a big Pacific Islander dude with a lot of ink and his equally sized lady companion.
Before we took off, they needed to move five people up to first class to balance the weight of the plane; I was offered the last place but declined since we were traveling together. The flight was short, just over an hour in the air, and we were only a few minutes late despite the LA flight delaying our plane at the gate in Seattle.
We scanned our passports and customs form and were questioned by a smoking-hot border officer with a thick, dark beard, who wanted to know if we knew who the Stamps are playing since we said we were attending the game. On the way out we handed our customs receipt to an equally cute young officer with a ginger beard. Our bag was waiting for us on the carousel and it wasn't long before we were on the hotel shuttle. We checked in, went up to our eighth-floor room, and chilled out briefly before hitting the sack around 1 AM.