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bigmacbear) wrote2019-04-17 11:59 pm
bigmacbear) wrote2019-04-17 11:59 pm
Augusta Easter Trip, Day 1 of 6
WEDNESDAY
Caught an Uber from home to Everett Station. Our driver, an older gentleman with more salt than pepper in his hair, couldn't quite figure it out when we said we were attending a family gathering, so I repeated what I'd written to my boss about visiting the in-laws, after which I think he understood and the conversation turned to other things.
We arrived too late to catch the 5 PM bus, so we checked our Orca card balances and caught the next bus at 5:15. It was a Double Tall so we sat downstairs in the back and stashed our luggage on the shelf beside our seats. We took the brand new elevator down to the mezzanine level at Westlake Station and caught a two-car train to the airport. The young dude sitting across from me and beside Gary reminded me of Brodie from Hamilton, ON, only thinner. The train filled up at Stadium Station as the Mariners game had just ended, but cleared out before we arrived at the airport.
The shuttle cart was waiting when we arrived at Sea-Tac Station so we hopped on for the short ride to the terminal. After rearranging our luggage and noticing our boarding passes were marked TSA Pre-Check, we dropped off the bags and made it through security in record time. We decided to go directly to the North Satellite and have dinner there before boarding our flight. As we approached the escalators I spotted a big bear in an International Harvester cap waiting by the exit to the checkpoint, and mentioned him to Gary on the way down, eliciting the usual "No." We had dinner at the Seahawks 12 Club at the top of the escalators. Gary spotted a dude in a Raiders T-shirt seated behind me there. After dinner we proceeded to our gate, in the new addition, and were soon called to board the plane.
Almost as soon as we reached our seats and were settling in, the flight attendant informed us that the back row was empty and I could sit there if I wanted, as they needed to balance the weight on board. When she realized we were a couple, she invited us both to switch seats together, so Gary sat by the window and I by the aisle with the middle seat empty. Her colleague was a nice young dude who was clearly family, as she realized she was calling him by his husband's name (apparently they both are flight attendants). As it happened we both needed seat belt extensions, and he was very quick getting them since they were in the compartment above us. The person seated in the row in front of us were a T-shirt that said something about gender being overrated or something like that (neither of us remembers the exact words) and had a personality that bore that message out.
Once we reached cruising altitude, I watched an episode of Boise Boys (from HGTV) on the in-flight wifi service, then switched to some light jazz from A Charlie Brown Christmas on repeat and dozed, despite the significant turbulence. During the last half hour of the flight I cued up Naked Man as that was the only other album on my phone that wasn't Christmas or rehearsal tracks. We arrived in Atlanta about ten to five in the morning.
Caught an Uber from home to Everett Station. Our driver, an older gentleman with more salt than pepper in his hair, couldn't quite figure it out when we said we were attending a family gathering, so I repeated what I'd written to my boss about visiting the in-laws, after which I think he understood and the conversation turned to other things.
We arrived too late to catch the 5 PM bus, so we checked our Orca card balances and caught the next bus at 5:15. It was a Double Tall so we sat downstairs in the back and stashed our luggage on the shelf beside our seats. We took the brand new elevator down to the mezzanine level at Westlake Station and caught a two-car train to the airport. The young dude sitting across from me and beside Gary reminded me of Brodie from Hamilton, ON, only thinner. The train filled up at Stadium Station as the Mariners game had just ended, but cleared out before we arrived at the airport.
The shuttle cart was waiting when we arrived at Sea-Tac Station so we hopped on for the short ride to the terminal. After rearranging our luggage and noticing our boarding passes were marked TSA Pre-Check, we dropped off the bags and made it through security in record time. We decided to go directly to the North Satellite and have dinner there before boarding our flight. As we approached the escalators I spotted a big bear in an International Harvester cap waiting by the exit to the checkpoint, and mentioned him to Gary on the way down, eliciting the usual "No." We had dinner at the Seahawks 12 Club at the top of the escalators. Gary spotted a dude in a Raiders T-shirt seated behind me there. After dinner we proceeded to our gate, in the new addition, and were soon called to board the plane.
Almost as soon as we reached our seats and were settling in, the flight attendant informed us that the back row was empty and I could sit there if I wanted, as they needed to balance the weight on board. When she realized we were a couple, she invited us both to switch seats together, so Gary sat by the window and I by the aisle with the middle seat empty. Her colleague was a nice young dude who was clearly family, as she realized she was calling him by his husband's name (apparently they both are flight attendants). As it happened we both needed seat belt extensions, and he was very quick getting them since they were in the compartment above us. The person seated in the row in front of us were a T-shirt that said something about gender being overrated or something like that (neither of us remembers the exact words) and had a personality that bore that message out.
Once we reached cruising altitude, I watched an episode of Boise Boys (from HGTV) on the in-flight wifi service, then switched to some light jazz from A Charlie Brown Christmas on repeat and dozed, despite the significant turbulence. During the last half hour of the flight I cued up Naked Man as that was the only other album on my phone that wasn't Christmas or rehearsal tracks. We arrived in Atlanta about ten to five in the morning.