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Dec. 12th, 2010 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardI have arrived back at the homestead. It is cold. There is snow, but it's not nearly as bad as I was expecting, and I wish the windows of the shuttle hadn't been fogging up as we went over the Pass, because I am of the firm opinion that there are few things more gorgeous than Snoqualmie Pass, and I-90 into Ellensburg. (I am sort of half-inspired on Dust, but I have slight seasonal problems. Don't worry, I'll probably be sick of winter soon.)
I think that's the easiest travel experience I've had, aside from being woken up at four am because water started seeping out of the wall again and Texas was calling ServiceWave. My school, so incompetent. At that point I figured it wasn't worth it trying to go back to sleep, and left at 5:30, making it to the airport at 6:00. Usually I'm in terminal D at MSY, which is where Continental is, and I didn't even look at my gate number until the guy checking IDs and tickets told me I was in the wrong terminal. (Yes, after I'd been in line.) The line at terminal C moved pretty quickly -- they were shuffling people through security very quickly, and were pulling people out at random to go through the bodyscanner. I missed that experience, thank gods. (It really did look random: I saw two people that were probably university students, one male and one female, and an older lady. All of them were Caucasian.) I only had about a twenty minute wait before they started boarding. My wait in Houston was even shorter (I was supposed to have an hour layover, but between actual exiting the plane time and board time, when does that ever happen), and I didn't get a chance to grab something to eat in Houston. Continental's food-for-purchase is actually surprisingly good, though, if stupidly expensive -- I had the grilled chicken spinach salad, which took the edge off. Watching the Food Network the entire flight probably didn't help, though. (After some consideration, I shelled out $6 to get DirecTV the entire flight. It was a five hour flight, I needed entertainment, I needed to knit, I was in nowhere near the proper headspace to start in on either of the books I'd brought.) I slept in rather intermittent fits -- I'd only gotten about three and a half hours of sleep the night before, but I never sleep well on planes; I was extremely jealous of the girl across the aisle, who slept the entire flight. And then I was in Seattle! (We were running about half an hour late because of headwinds: bad for the people making connections, since most everything westbound goes through Sea-Tac, but it didn't matter for me.) And had a fairly short wait for the airporter shuttle, which also actually came on time. A hop, skip, and a jump later, we were over the Pass! I am shocked, shocked I say. I seriously don't think I've ever had it go so smoothly. I didn't check any bags; my purse isn't as sturdy as I like, but I don't think I lost anything, either.
YAY FOR BEING HOME.
However, I would like to complain that my Starbucks grande chai latte was subpar. I go to Starbucks because they spice their chais EXCELLENTLY. This one I could have gotten at Seattle's Best Coffee or PJ's, what is this nonsense. HMMPH.
I think that's the easiest travel experience I've had, aside from being woken up at four am because water started seeping out of the wall again and Texas was calling ServiceWave. My school, so incompetent. At that point I figured it wasn't worth it trying to go back to sleep, and left at 5:30, making it to the airport at 6:00. Usually I'm in terminal D at MSY, which is where Continental is, and I didn't even look at my gate number until the guy checking IDs and tickets told me I was in the wrong terminal. (Yes, after I'd been in line.) The line at terminal C moved pretty quickly -- they were shuffling people through security very quickly, and were pulling people out at random to go through the bodyscanner. I missed that experience, thank gods. (It really did look random: I saw two people that were probably university students, one male and one female, and an older lady. All of them were Caucasian.) I only had about a twenty minute wait before they started boarding. My wait in Houston was even shorter (I was supposed to have an hour layover, but between actual exiting the plane time and board time, when does that ever happen), and I didn't get a chance to grab something to eat in Houston. Continental's food-for-purchase is actually surprisingly good, though, if stupidly expensive -- I had the grilled chicken spinach salad, which took the edge off. Watching the Food Network the entire flight probably didn't help, though. (After some consideration, I shelled out $6 to get DirecTV the entire flight. It was a five hour flight, I needed entertainment, I needed to knit, I was in nowhere near the proper headspace to start in on either of the books I'd brought.) I slept in rather intermittent fits -- I'd only gotten about three and a half hours of sleep the night before, but I never sleep well on planes; I was extremely jealous of the girl across the aisle, who slept the entire flight. And then I was in Seattle! (We were running about half an hour late because of headwinds: bad for the people making connections, since most everything westbound goes through Sea-Tac, but it didn't matter for me.) And had a fairly short wait for the airporter shuttle, which also actually came on time. A hop, skip, and a jump later, we were over the Pass! I am shocked, shocked I say. I seriously don't think I've ever had it go so smoothly. I didn't check any bags; my purse isn't as sturdy as I like, but I don't think I lost anything, either.
YAY FOR BEING HOME.
However, I would like to complain that my Starbucks grande chai latte was subpar. I go to Starbucks because they spice their chais EXCELLENTLY. This one I could have gotten at Seattle's Best Coffee or PJ's, what is this nonsense. HMMPH.