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Labor Day Weekend by the Bay, Day 1
Sep. 1st, 2023 11:59 pmFRIDAY
We left the house about ten after four. Our Lyft driver, Paul, was having difficulty with his phone app, which hadn't figured out he was already at our house. We rode with the windows down for a change. I mentioned Dave's name for that: 490 air conditioning (4 windows down at 90 mph). Paul dropped us off at the departure door since he wasn't picking up, which saved us a bit of a hike.
We were the first folks through security at the time we arrived. The scanner zoomed in on my crotch for some reason, so the very woofy security officer had to give me a rather intimate pat-down. As I told Gary afterwards, he was the best officer for the job. They also had to run my CPAP bag back through the X-ray machine. As a result, it took me a while to get recombobulated. I met up with Gary next to the gate and we watched the flight before ours, to Santa Ana, arrive, empty out, fill back up, and depart, all in the space of about thirty minutes. A few folks (mostly younger) mistakenly tried to board for Santa Ana when they had tickets for our flight instead. There was another flight scheduled to leave for Las Vegas right after ours, but it kept getting delayed further and further: as we were leaving, the estimated departure time was after 10 PM.
We took off to the northeast and did a giant U-turn, taking us out along the Olympic Peninsula. Just before dinner was served, Gary spotted a shiny white capsule at my feet, which he retrieved to find it was a pair of airpods in their charging case. I thought it might belong to the passenger in front of me, but they already had earbuds in. I tucked it into the seat back pocket, and when the flight attendant delivered my dinner tray, I told her about it and she retrieved it from there. By the time dinner was finished, the sun began to set out the window to our right, and the flight tracker showed we were almost at our destination. Once we landed, we had to stop briefly on the taxiway before we could get to the gate.
Once we entered the terminal we made a beeline for the restroom, then made our way to the BART station via the Airtrain. As it happened, we still had plenty of money on our Clipper cards for the fare. We had to wait for a train going out of service at Millbrae to clear the platform before our train arrived. I briefly smelled smoke with an electrical note to it and realized the dude seated behind Gary was vaping. Two tween-aged boys were carrying on between stops, and a woman managed to maneuver the wheelchair in which she was sitting rapidly down the length of the car and through the doors between cars.
When we arrived at Powell Street Station, we found a working escalator to 5th Street and emerged on the correct corner to reach the hotel without crossing the street. We checked in and reached our room right before ten. We decided to go to bed early and wake up early for breakfast before making the trip to San Jose to meet KJ for lunch. So after catching the news on TV, we went to sleep around 11:30.
We left the house about ten after four. Our Lyft driver, Paul, was having difficulty with his phone app, which hadn't figured out he was already at our house. We rode with the windows down for a change. I mentioned Dave's name for that: 490 air conditioning (4 windows down at 90 mph). Paul dropped us off at the departure door since he wasn't picking up, which saved us a bit of a hike.
We were the first folks through security at the time we arrived. The scanner zoomed in on my crotch for some reason, so the very woofy security officer had to give me a rather intimate pat-down. As I told Gary afterwards, he was the best officer for the job. They also had to run my CPAP bag back through the X-ray machine. As a result, it took me a while to get recombobulated. I met up with Gary next to the gate and we watched the flight before ours, to Santa Ana, arrive, empty out, fill back up, and depart, all in the space of about thirty minutes. A few folks (mostly younger) mistakenly tried to board for Santa Ana when they had tickets for our flight instead. There was another flight scheduled to leave for Las Vegas right after ours, but it kept getting delayed further and further: as we were leaving, the estimated departure time was after 10 PM.
We took off to the northeast and did a giant U-turn, taking us out along the Olympic Peninsula. Just before dinner was served, Gary spotted a shiny white capsule at my feet, which he retrieved to find it was a pair of airpods in their charging case. I thought it might belong to the passenger in front of me, but they already had earbuds in. I tucked it into the seat back pocket, and when the flight attendant delivered my dinner tray, I told her about it and she retrieved it from there. By the time dinner was finished, the sun began to set out the window to our right, and the flight tracker showed we were almost at our destination. Once we landed, we had to stop briefly on the taxiway before we could get to the gate.
Once we entered the terminal we made a beeline for the restroom, then made our way to the BART station via the Airtrain. As it happened, we still had plenty of money on our Clipper cards for the fare. We had to wait for a train going out of service at Millbrae to clear the platform before our train arrived. I briefly smelled smoke with an electrical note to it and realized the dude seated behind Gary was vaping. Two tween-aged boys were carrying on between stops, and a woman managed to maneuver the wheelchair in which she was sitting rapidly down the length of the car and through the doors between cars.
When we arrived at Powell Street Station, we found a working escalator to 5th Street and emerged on the correct corner to reach the hotel without crossing the street. We checked in and reached our room right before ten. We decided to go to bed early and wake up early for breakfast before making the trip to San Jose to meet KJ for lunch. So after catching the news on TV, we went to sleep around 11:30.