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bigmacbear) wrote2024-04-08 11:59 pm
bigmacbear) wrote2024-04-08 11:59 pm
LA Anaheim Trip, 5 of 5
MONDAY
I ended up getting out of bed to pee about ten minutes before the alarm went off, but went back to bed anyway. Shortly after getting up from the alarm as I packed up my CPAP, I checked my mail and found our flight was delayed one hour. So I put the machine back together and returned to bed at three am for another hour and change of sleep, resetting the alarm for 4:20 (whoa, *dude*!).
We were dressed and out of the hotel shortly after five. I called for a Lyft to Union Station. I struggled to get the seat belt to work, and Gary ended up holding it for the short drive. We just missed the 5:30 LAX FlyAway bus and sat to wait for the 6:00. A young dude seated beside me showed me his itinerary for Tokyo and I let him know he was in the right place. It took about 40 minutes to reach the airport. I got our bag tags and we dropped them off and headed to security. A young dude politely but firmly nudged his way through the security queue because of a tight boarding time, and we spotted a cute cubby dude in a green hoodie and gray sweatpants ahead of us at the entrance to the scanner. I elected to wait until we reached the gate to put my suspenders back on because the security exit was rather cramped. A group of students, several wearing UCLA shirts, were seated around us at the gate. I got us each a banana nut muffin and a drink to have with our morning pills. I overheard one of the students during the preboarding phase tell another, "We have to wait, the bourgeoisie are boarding now." 😊 We boarded soon after that, and were served drinks (water for Gary and coffee for me) before pushing back from the gate.
We were airborne by twenty after nine, taking off into the west over the ocean before turning north and hugging the coastline. I nodded off during taxi and after takeoff, waking up during the drink service once we reached cruising altitude. Gary stuck with the fruit and cheese plate for breakfast; I tried the Monte Cristo sandwich, which was very nice. Our flight attendant rather resembled the spokesman for the Alaska Airlines credit card in hairstyle and voice. After our trays were collected, I hit the bathroom and Gary, unusually for him, followed soon afterwards. While the solar eclipse was expected to occur while we were airborne, the flight crew made no mention of it, and I suspect due to the distance to the path of totality and the direction we were going, nothing would be visible from the aircraft except perhaps the moon's shadow on the clouds, far away on the opposite side of the plane from us. As we taxied to the gate, Colleen and Sheila were just getting to the good part of the eclipse.
We reclaimed our checked bags and caught the shuttle cart to the light rail station. The train was waiting for us when we arrived at the top of the elevator. The weather was overcast but bright and relatively dry, though the ground was damp and it had clearly been raining earlier. When we arrived at Northgate Station and saw the crowd preparing to board the bus to Everett, Gary pulled me aside and told me we should take a Lyft home. It was expensive but worth it. We rode in a Toyota Highlander hybrid with a display showing when the engine was driving the wheels, when the engine was charging the battery, and the direction of power flow between the wheels and the battery.
When we arrived home, I sent a text to Colleen and Sheila and set an alarm for 3:45 in case I nodded off in the recliner (which I did, more than once). About three I went upstairs for a proper nap with the CPAP running. I unpacked my bag and dressed for rehearsal, leaving about ten after four so I could stop by the clinic in Silver Lake for blood work. The technician had difficulty finding a suitable vein and had to poke both elbows, but she got it done. I drove from there to Northgate to catch the light rail to Capitol Hill. The car got rather crowded at UW Station, but many people left with me at Capitol Hill. I had a gyros plate and stuffed leaves at Albacha, saw Griff on the street, and caught the streetcar to Marion for rehearsal. Rehearsal went well, and I'm a bit more confident about catching up from missed rehearsals now. I caught the streetcar back from Broadway and Marion and rode the train with Steve. That makes for 13 ride segments in 11 vehicles today. I went to bed soon after arriving home from rehearsal.
I ended up getting out of bed to pee about ten minutes before the alarm went off, but went back to bed anyway. Shortly after getting up from the alarm as I packed up my CPAP, I checked my mail and found our flight was delayed one hour. So I put the machine back together and returned to bed at three am for another hour and change of sleep, resetting the alarm for 4:20 (whoa, *dude*!).
We were dressed and out of the hotel shortly after five. I called for a Lyft to Union Station. I struggled to get the seat belt to work, and Gary ended up holding it for the short drive. We just missed the 5:30 LAX FlyAway bus and sat to wait for the 6:00. A young dude seated beside me showed me his itinerary for Tokyo and I let him know he was in the right place. It took about 40 minutes to reach the airport. I got our bag tags and we dropped them off and headed to security. A young dude politely but firmly nudged his way through the security queue because of a tight boarding time, and we spotted a cute cubby dude in a green hoodie and gray sweatpants ahead of us at the entrance to the scanner. I elected to wait until we reached the gate to put my suspenders back on because the security exit was rather cramped. A group of students, several wearing UCLA shirts, were seated around us at the gate. I got us each a banana nut muffin and a drink to have with our morning pills. I overheard one of the students during the preboarding phase tell another, "We have to wait, the bourgeoisie are boarding now." 😊 We boarded soon after that, and were served drinks (water for Gary and coffee for me) before pushing back from the gate.
We were airborne by twenty after nine, taking off into the west over the ocean before turning north and hugging the coastline. I nodded off during taxi and after takeoff, waking up during the drink service once we reached cruising altitude. Gary stuck with the fruit and cheese plate for breakfast; I tried the Monte Cristo sandwich, which was very nice. Our flight attendant rather resembled the spokesman for the Alaska Airlines credit card in hairstyle and voice. After our trays were collected, I hit the bathroom and Gary, unusually for him, followed soon afterwards. While the solar eclipse was expected to occur while we were airborne, the flight crew made no mention of it, and I suspect due to the distance to the path of totality and the direction we were going, nothing would be visible from the aircraft except perhaps the moon's shadow on the clouds, far away on the opposite side of the plane from us. As we taxied to the gate, Colleen and Sheila were just getting to the good part of the eclipse.
We reclaimed our checked bags and caught the shuttle cart to the light rail station. The train was waiting for us when we arrived at the top of the elevator. The weather was overcast but bright and relatively dry, though the ground was damp and it had clearly been raining earlier. When we arrived at Northgate Station and saw the crowd preparing to board the bus to Everett, Gary pulled me aside and told me we should take a Lyft home. It was expensive but worth it. We rode in a Toyota Highlander hybrid with a display showing when the engine was driving the wheels, when the engine was charging the battery, and the direction of power flow between the wheels and the battery.
When we arrived home, I sent a text to Colleen and Sheila and set an alarm for 3:45 in case I nodded off in the recliner (which I did, more than once). About three I went upstairs for a proper nap with the CPAP running. I unpacked my bag and dressed for rehearsal, leaving about ten after four so I could stop by the clinic in Silver Lake for blood work. The technician had difficulty finding a suitable vein and had to poke both elbows, but she got it done. I drove from there to Northgate to catch the light rail to Capitol Hill. The car got rather crowded at UW Station, but many people left with me at Capitol Hill. I had a gyros plate and stuffed leaves at Albacha, saw Griff on the street, and caught the streetcar to Marion for rehearsal. Rehearsal went well, and I'm a bit more confident about catching up from missed rehearsals now. I caught the streetcar back from Broadway and Marion and rode the train with Steve. That makes for 13 ride segments in 11 vehicles today. I went to bed soon after arriving home from rehearsal.