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DAY 1: EVERYTHING GOES WEIRDLY WELL
We started the day at the crack of dawn,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarea_okelani having stayed over the night before so as to not have to get up at ungodly hours to drive over. Plan A, which was to hire an Uber to get us to the airport, thankfully went off without a hitch. As did getting through security -- we were directed to the pre-approved line, so no requirements to remove shoes, toiletries, laptops, jackets, etc. (though I got through the metal detector just fine with both a hoodie and a denim jacket, Sarea set off the machine with her hoodie and was made to go through again without it). With plenty of time to waste, we strolled across the concourse in both directions and settled for breakfast at the food court. Breakfast was fish tacos, chowder, and coffee because at the airport, there are no rules.
The flight itself was uneventful, except for the defective latch for my tray table, which allowed the table to fall every time the person in front of me so much as breathed. Upon arrival, we hoofed it over to the courtesy van pick-up area for our hotel shuttle; it showed up right as we did, and when we alit, the driver gave Sarea her bag first, so we were able to check in without any wait. All these incredibly smooth and non-tedious travel experiences made us very suspicious; we waited the whole day for several snafu-laced shoes to drop.
( The suspense! )
We started the day at the crack of dawn,
sarea_okelani having stayed over the night before so as to not have to get up at ungodly hours to drive over. Plan A, which was to hire an Uber to get us to the airport, thankfully went off without a hitch. As did getting through security -- we were directed to the pre-approved line, so no requirements to remove shoes, toiletries, laptops, jackets, etc. (though I got through the metal detector just fine with both a hoodie and a denim jacket, Sarea set off the machine with her hoodie and was made to go through again without it). With plenty of time to waste, we strolled across the concourse in both directions and settled for breakfast at the food court. Breakfast was fish tacos, chowder, and coffee because at the airport, there are no rules. The flight itself was uneventful, except for the defective latch for my tray table, which allowed the table to fall every time the person in front of me so much as breathed. Upon arrival, we hoofed it over to the courtesy van pick-up area for our hotel shuttle; it showed up right as we did, and when we alit, the driver gave Sarea her bag first, so we were able to check in without any wait. All these incredibly smooth and non-tedious travel experiences made us very suspicious; we waited the whole day for several snafu-laced shoes to drop.
( The suspense! )
