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Jan. 30th, 2007 10:44 am
Chicago, how we missed ya!
Well, we're home--and have been for just over nine hours already. I would've been more bitter about our flight touching down a half-hour late if I hadn't logged on to find a dozen Orbitz advisories informing me of the plight of the flight I was supposed to be on. It was scheduled to be on the ground three hours before the one we took but seems to have beat it by only an hour-and-a-half. No word on weather the passengers delayed in Denver were stuck at the gate or (shudder!) on the plane itself.
All in all, if I have to be stuck in an airport, I think I want it to be SFO. Normally, I avoid that place like a leper colony because of its sworn emnity against on-time performance. But![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu wasn't able to get on my overbooked flight, so when I was offered a chance to switch at the ticket counter, I lept for it. A four-hour flight with someone you love trumps a two-and-a-half-hour flight alone, even if you are sick. Make that "especially if you are sick". In any case, that is the first time I can say that I've actually eaten well in an airport. I mean, the food court wasn't exactly a destination, but it had food that I would really buy even if I weren't a captive audience. Poppyseed buttermilk cake! Why didn't I ever think of you? And real sourdough! I had an entire boule for a bread bowl (they give you your plug!), so after I finished my soup I literally threw away the crappy wheat I'd made sandwiches on and piled the filing onto what was left. Sourdough has rocketed to the top of my list of "Most Abused Foods", right up there with "Maryland crabcakes". Moreover, the airport--or, at least, our terminal--is actually attractive and well laid-out. The contrast when we arrived at O'Hare was stunning.
Obviously, we didn't go into work today. Amazingly, our luggage appeared almost immediately, but it's not a brief cabride back here from ORD even with no traffic and we were both too wound up to go to sleep immediately. I think I can say without fear of contradiction that today will not be a productive day. In fact, as soon as this oatmeal settles a bit more, I'll have another go at sleeping off this ugly cold.
All in all, if I have to be stuck in an airport, I think I want it to be SFO. Normally, I avoid that place like a leper colony because of its sworn emnity against on-time performance. But
monshu wasn't able to get on my overbooked flight, so when I was offered a chance to switch at the ticket counter, I lept for it. A four-hour flight with someone you love trumps a two-and-a-half-hour flight alone, even if you are sick. Make that "especially if you are sick". In any case, that is the first time I can say that I've actually eaten well in an airport. I mean, the food court wasn't exactly a destination, but it had food that I would really buy even if I weren't a captive audience. Poppyseed buttermilk cake! Why didn't I ever think of you? And real sourdough! I had an entire boule for a bread bowl (they give you your plug!), so after I finished my soup I literally threw away the crappy wheat I'd made sandwiches on and piled the filing onto what was left. Sourdough has rocketed to the top of my list of "Most Abused Foods", right up there with "Maryland crabcakes". Moreover, the airport--or, at least, our terminal--is actually attractive and well laid-out. The contrast when we arrived at O'Hare was stunning.Obviously, we didn't go into work today. Amazingly, our luggage appeared almost immediately, but it's not a brief cabride back here from ORD even with no traffic and we were both too wound up to go to sleep immediately. I think I can say without fear of contradiction that today will not be a productive day. In fact, as soon as this oatmeal settles a bit more, I'll have another go at sleeping off this ugly cold.
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