Have you ever found yourself in the midst of a trip, when you take a look at your itineraries, shake your head, and wonder what the heck you were thinking.
Nah, me either.
I have to say that there are plenty of reasons why my eyes turn skyward, but nothing tops wishing I was in the pointy end of whatever bird is flying overhead. Due to a job change and my free time being cut like crazy, I haven't been flying as frequently as I have been. Don't get me wrong, I've already managed to top 63,000 miles this year, but this time two years ago, I was encroaching on the 150,000 mile mark.
Now, even though I've gone from my previous job working for an airline, I was lucky enough to find the love of my life. It just so happens that she works for the same airline I previously vacated. I swear it's because I love her dearly and nothing to do with the flight bennies.
The problem is that I have become slightly addicted to collecting miles and points for flights as opposed to flying for free. It's a bad habbit, and an expensive one. At least it's not crack or heroine. It's at least somewhat healthy for me. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I wouldn't call myself a travel expert by any stretch of the imagination. If there was a test, I could pass it easily, but only because I've been on both sides of the counter. Quite literally. I know what to expect, how to react, and what to ask for in exactly the right tone of voice and the right verbage in order to get what I'm looking for, no matter what it entails.
Actually scratch that, I hate tests. I have spent way too many waking hours studying, typing, reading, typing and drinking. Probably not in that order. I've done enough school for a long time, and while I may eventually entertain the thought of starting my PhD, it won't happen for a long time.
So, as my company is shifting with personnel, as of the 5th, it will leave me to endure 10-15 straight working days at 12 hours a day. Some people may think that there's some great money making there. However, no matter how many times you multiply 1.5 into what I make, 0 x 1.5 is still 0. I only kid. Kind of.
That left me with 5 days off. Sadly, it's the week of the 4th of July holiday here in the states. I have no qualms about finding a great destination to get the heck out of dodge, but it would be tricky finding flights with seats as I would be flying out of North Carolina, which, for those following the weather, may or may not be under water and cities floating by in Noah's Ark type boats. The entire time I was at my destination, my phone was going off every 10 mins with weather warnings and watches for both my hometown as well as my destination. Severe Weather Warning, Flash Flood Watch. Flash Flood Warning. Heat Advisory. Extreme Heat Warning. Tornado Watch. Tornado Warning. Frogs Falling from the Sky Warning.
Or something like that.
Heck, give me anything. I just want out of here. Just my luck that multiple flights on Friday were delayed due to the northeast getting hammered from the weather. Coupled with ATL and DTW getting severe weather, my open seats on Saturday were diminishing by the minute. It just so happened that one flight was going to be a close one, but I found my routing. At least out of NC.
June 29th, 2013
ATD: 11:18 EDT
ATA: 12:27 CDT
I was a tad late for my tastes, as I like to get a little bit of lounge time in prior to boarding the flight. However, I left my place later than I wanted and arrived at the airport exactly 45 mins prior to schedule departure time. Not a huge deal as I made my way around the airport saying hello to the folks I used to work with, which is always a nice thing for me as I miss working with those folks.
As per my usual, I waited to board until the final boarding call. No matter where I sit, I like to be one of the last few to board as I don't like sitting longer than I have to, especially when I would have a window seat for the 2 hour and 9 minute flight to the Twin Cities.
As I settled into my seat the F/A working up front offered me a pre departure beverage, but I declined as I knew we were about to push back and they would be taking my cup anyways. As far as the DL Connection brand, I absolutely enjoy the heck out of the E175s. They are comfortable, quick and I would take them any day over a 737 in F on DL.
After a quick taxi, we lined up on 5L and a quick and powerful takeoff threw us into the friendly skies and on our way to MSP.
We alighted to 10,000 feet and the seatbelt sign was extinguished the F/As ended up in the aisle working on taking our post departure drink orders and if we would want a Asian Sesame Chicken and cold Asian pasta for lunch. No other choice was given for food, but honestly it sounded quite good and as it turned out, it was delish.
After my tray was cleared, I requested a woodford and coke to keep me company for the rest of the flight up to MSP.
We landed about 15 mins early into G1 and now it was a waiting game for my 1945 departure to LAS.
With all of my travels, I have seen a lot of places, especially in the USA. My next goal/vision was to try something new. Having been to MSP countless times, especially near the Nicolette Mall area (Brit's anyone?), I decided to head south this time towards the MOA. And what a heck of a mall it is.
Coming up next: My quick trip to the Mall of America and MSP-LAS.