We left on a Thursday morning at about 4 am. I got up at 2 and showered, shaved my legs (it had been a while) and got all beautiful which is silly since we were going to be on the plane all day. Just getting to the airport and checked in is unavoidably stressful, but THEN came the security line and our jaws literally dropped because the line was seriously about one block long in addition to all the winding the line does at the front. Our hearts just sank thinking there was no way we would get through that line in time. Our only comfort was watching everyone else's jaws drop as they walked by us to get in line. The further and further we got to the front of the line, the more smug we got and the more enjoyable it became watching the shock and anger of people as they realized what they were in for. I don't know WHAT was going on that day at the airport, but it was a mess. Somehow, we made it to our flight but I'm sure many people didn't. The picture above is on the first plane, a cramped little thing, and our seats were at the very, very back next to the engine or something very loud and the noise didn't stop the whole flight. Luckily in San Franscisco we got on a nice big comfy plane.
Ben on the 2nd plane, nice and comfy. I took several pictures and I kept this because it was the most.....flattering. Sorry hon.
Here's why I am so happy: this room is an upgrade, a free upgrade, because we complained about the swamp cooler in our first much tinier room. By no means was our room deluxe. But for our standards it was fine. And who doesn't love a free upgrade?Ben was happy too!