Well, I had an entire week off of work until I had to start back (at work right now) because of switching to a new shift at work. I thought of several destinations to fly to, and eventually settled on Atlanta, to go visit my friend B747-437B. Here's the story of my outbound.
March 6, 2002
Boeing 737-500 (Shuttle)
Departure: 2030 (Gate 79/SFO)
Arrival: 2155 (Gate 82/LAX)
Arrived at the airport way early to see my friend Brie and tried to take her out to dinner (celebrating our 6-month anniversary of working here at SkyWest). She was working a position that's very hard to get away easily. Needless to say, we didn't go out to dinner. My other friend, a ramper, was also doing a job which kept him away as well. So I sat and hung out in Operations.
Eventually the time came and I went over to Gate 79 for my flight. As soon as I got there I was paged to the podium and given my seat assignment. Got a seat in back, First had filled up.
We went ahead and boarded, and we pushed back about 20 minutes late. The flight attendants were wearing the new uniforms, which I think look absolutely fantastic. Sat in an aisle seat, my rowmate sitting in the window seat seemed disgruntled.
The flight passed by rather quickly, I took short cat naps all the way down. We finally arrived to our gate about 5 minutes to 10, 25 minutes behind schedule. My rowmate seemed even more disgruntled. We all disembarked and he moved quite quickly towards T7.
I was not far behind, and soon arrived at Gate 71. I was going to ask them to put me on the DM List for my onward flight to Chicago. My rowmate arrived right in front of me, and started to throw a fit because he apparently missed his flight. He went away quickly. I talked to the agents there and they put me on the list.
I purchased something to eat at McDonalds, then sat and waited for the next 40-odd minutes.
March 6, 2001
Departure: 2325 (Gate 72/LAX)
Arrival: 0455+1 (Gate C18/ORD)
Soon after boarding started, I was given Seat 13B in United Business. I proceeded to board, and luckily passed the random screening. Having never been in a 777 before, it was a brand new experience. The entire trip was wonderful. I settled in and was offered a choice of pre-departure beverages. I selected orange juice and perused the entertainment in the seat pocket in front of me.
The plane pushed back right on time, and I switched to Channel 9 and listened to the plethora of planes moving on the LAX ramp. We taxiied quickly and were given immediate take-off clearance. The plane thundered down the runway and we leaped into the dark Los Angeles night. The flight time was estimated at 3 hours 2 minutes. Shortly after takeoff, we were served the making of a roast beef sandwich (build your own) along with potato salad, selected fresh fruits, and Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies. I selected Ginger Ale to accompany my dinner.
After dinner, I sat back and switched between Spy Kids and listening to the European Beat channel and watching AirShow. After the movie was over, I fell asleep. I woke up as the plane started it's descent into Chicago. I prepared myself for landing, and soon enough, the plane touched down at O'Hare. We taxiied for a while, and parked at Gate C18.
I disembarked and checked the monitor for my connecting flight to Atlanta. My flight was leaving from Gate B19. That meant I had to proceed down the "psychedelic tunnel."
March 7, 2001
Departure: 0630 (Gate B19/ORD)
Arrival: 0937 (Gate T3/ATL)
I made my way down the tunnel towards B Concourse. I found my gate, but no one was there. I proceeded further down, and found an agent that checked me in at Gate B22. He originally put me as a BP10, but quickly changed it to BP8C.
I backtracked to Starbucks and picked up a Hot chocolate. I called my friend back home in SFO (local time in SFO: 0300), and woke him up. He's called me several times at that time of morning, so I thought turnabout was fair play. I chatted with him for a couple minutes, then let him go back to sleep
Then there were agents at Gate B19. I went up and they said they were going to give me a seat in back because it was completely empty. I saw in row 22 and had a row to myself.
I saw an Air Wisconsin RJ lift off into the cloudy Chicago morning as we were pushing back. The plane made a short taxi to the runway and took off almost immediately. I fell asleep soon after takeoff, and woke up as we were on final approach to ATL. We landed, then turned around towards the terminal to taxi. We then stopped for about 20 minutes. Our gate was not vacated by the daily ATL-SFO flight yet, so we had to wait until it pushed back. I fell asleep again until we started moving.
We then soon arrived to the gate 7 minutes behind schedule. I got out my Travelpro and backpack and turned on my cell phone. Listening to the first message, I disembarked into the terminal and saw the person whose message I was listening to. It was my good friend Sean Mendis.
We proceeded out past security towards the MARTA station, then hopped on the train to go to his place in downtown Atlanta. Upon arriving at his place, I fell asleep for a couple of hours, completely exhausted from my journey.
That was the outbound portion of my journey. Soon I'll post a report of my goings-on in Atlanta and my return trip to SFO by way of Delta to PDX and then United to SFO... stay tuned!
Comments welcomed as usual.
Head in the clouds... yet feet planted firmly on the ground.