UMTravels

Just a thank you to my father for introducing me to flying at an early age, and how to behave. I know that sounds silly, but that’s what I was thinking while I was joking with the flight attendants on the SLC (Salt Lake City) to SEA (Seattle) Delta flight. This is the part of travelling that I like, sitting around reading, listening to music or wathcing movies — while people keep my drink filled and my tummy full. And, oh what an exciting/stressful flight day. After a decent day of work at the SOB warehouse, it was off to the airport at 3:30 for a 5:27 flight. Make that a 6:10pm flight now set to arrive at 9:19pm in SLC — that would be the EXACT time that my connecting flight was due to land. First you stress out. Then you realize if you are stuck in SLC that there are no hotel rooms because of a convention. Then you just accept what fate has in store for you.

In my case, fate was VERY, VERY good to me. We actually left the gate at the new time (and not later), and the pilot got a more direct flight path since the storms over Oklahoma weren’t as bad as planned. Add the two of these together and we were at the gate at 8:45pm after a lovely beef steak dinner with mashed potatoes, slightly overcooked squash, nice salad with dicon radish garnish. I figured if there was a chance I was sleeping on the floor that I’d best have a big meal. Didn’t but nibble at the chocolate decadence also on the plate — I am still watching the weight. The only scale on this trip was in Dan and Lisa’s bathroom and I didn’t think it appropriate to bust in naked in the mornings. Woodford Reserve was the bourbon of choice since the scotch was Dewars. And speaking of Woodford, I beleive that is part of my Kentucky Bourbon and Ponies tour later this month.

Home in time to watch most of the evening news, and only a $23 cab ride with tip.

[no scale]