Home. So nice. I had a pretty good day yesterday. For once it was not a horrible travel day. I was very anxious to leave yesterday and took off around 6am. Got to the metro station and got on the wrong train at first. On weekends they run both the eastbound and westbound on the same track. I realized it after one stop and got right off so no big deal. Ten minutes later I was on the right train heading the right direction. Thirty five minutes later I was at the terminal. My flight didn't board until 8:55 and here it was 6:45. Oh well. 2 hours to kill. I decided to go in and hang out in the Admiral's club. With the combination of it being early on a Saturday and Easter weekend (Yes, happy Easter to everyone who celebrates, happy ISHTAR Goddess of Fertility for those who acknowledge where this holiday originated) I had the entire lounge to myself.
I checked in and asked the woman a couple of questions. One if I had any upgrades left in my account (I didn't). Two if I bought some would it be worth it on my flight (Yes, as I was the ONLY person on the upgrade list). And lastly was there another flight in between my landing time and my scheduled flight (yes, and it was RIGHT across from where I landed one hour departure after I land). Perfect all around. I picked up my upgrades, got on the 'list', and settled in.
Headed to my gate at 8:25. Around 8:40 I went to the desk and told her I didn't want to miss if she called my name for an upgrade but I needed to use the restroom. She laughed and handed me my ticket. She says "baby you're the only on the list, I had it ready ten minutes ago". Nice. We board right at 8:55 and there are a whopping FOUR of us up front. 12 empty seats. Right in the first row of economy are these grumpy old people who keep saying loudly how 'unfair it is that they can't sit in those empty seats'. They are dagger eye staring at the four of us. Tough shit grandma and grandpa. You're old and cranky and can piss off. Had a wonderful breakfast of quiche, muffins, biscuits, fruit, sausage, and home fried potatoes. And I can feel old people staring while we were getting served. Boo-yah.
Landed 25 minutes early. I walk right across to the other gate, and there's the next flight. There are four or five people on the standby list, but I ask the woman and she looks at my status and says "I will call you in a few". I look up at the board and oh, look who is now at the TOP of the standby list. Boom. This woman who was standing to the side had this perplexed look on her face. I conversationally asked if she was waiting for standby and she was like 'yeah, but I was at the top and somehow got knocked down.' I responded 'yeah, sorry about that'. The look on her face was like "how the fuck??". Priceless. Got called up shortly after and got offered my choice of four different seats. I took a window right behind the exit (their seats don't recline FYI. if you can't have the exit, get right behind them). We settled in and we're told it will be about a 45 minute delay due to traffic at the destination airport. Okay no biggie. Everyone else is groaning and I am thinking, screw it, I will still be 2.5 hours early so go for it. And I was. The flight was quick. The woman next to me was talky but I handled. She needed to talk and I was cool with it.
Got off the plane, got to the car which the kid had left for me at the train, and was home around 4. When I got off the plane I texted everyone to let them know I wouldn't be at the show because I was too tired. Not at that moment, but I knew I would crash well before showtime. And I was right. KBF was at the house waiting for the kid to get off work. The house was in pretty good condition barring the 7,000 flies in the house. I dealt.
Around 6 I dragged KBF to get sushi to go so he and the kid would have food for later. She didn't get off until 9 and they had to head straight to the show. He left around 8:30, I watched some TV, talked to B, and was in bed by 11. Perfect.
All in all a darn good day and I am happy to be home.
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