Another Monday
As the plane was to depart later in the evening, the momster and I had a chance to get our hairs did before we were to head out by 1:00.
We arrived at the airport, and thankfully, since I was adamant that there would be no issues going through the TSA this time, we got through more or less unscathed.
We made out way up stairs of terminal 2 at LAX and bribed, I mean bought our way into the VA lounge. Honestly, I was surprised this was still an option since the merger with Delta had killed any charm VA had. Progress, right?
Once again, here is the VA lounge. Not too shabby!
Knowing that I would be consuming sparkling wine on the plane, I opted to have one or two of those while watching the planes run around.
Haggi ordered the burger with tomato flat bread. I'm pretty sure I ended up eating the flat bread.
I ordered the Pho. (That's Dis-GUS-tin! Exclaimed the momster). I also got the turkey breast, but that picture was ugly, so I won't include it here.
I also took the time to charge my precious Nexus 7. The best doggone tablet that has ever been made! (Sorry iPad, but it's true). Also take note of the snazzy black leather bag. More on that later.
We hung out in the lounge for our allotted 3 hours, getting pleasantly tipsy (me) and usually ornery (moms) then made our way onto the plane and got settled.
So, here we are... me against the window, momster on the aisle, sucking down the sparkling wine. Well I was, mom doesn't like it- so she demanded a rum and diet coke, she didn't get that until after lift off, but I digress.
So, here we are, me drinking two sparkline wines, momster whining about not having rum with diet coke when I look over to my left and...
Christ the Good Lord Almighty! A child in the plane. Near me. Again. Am I surprised? No, of course not. Why would I be? The miserable little buggers surround me on purpose. Best I can hope for is to pass out in a nice foggy haze.
You guessed it!
Not 10 minutes into the flight, it let lose. Why? Why? Why? Do people insist on bringing brats onto planes? WHY??????
So there I sit, trying to read my tablet through blurry vision while ignoring the wails of the spawn in the next row.
Oh goodie, dinner!
Not bad, considering.
Some type of cheese tortellini with red onions. I'm going to go ahead and say it was edible, but to be honest, I don't remember. I'm sure it was fine.
I dozed off an on throughout the flight. Granted I was jostled every time momster had to use the bathroom (every 20 mins) because I had to make sure her stuff was safe. Thankfully I didn't have to stand outside the bathroom and keep guard this time. Miracles never cease.
Eventually, after about 7 years, breakfast was served.
Full English. The first of many. I can handle that.
When you take a night flight, and breakfast is finally served, you know it's almost landing time. Of course by this time I'm exhausted, only being able to sleep in 20 minute increments and peppered with music provided by the shrieking hobgoblin. But, land we did. And safely.
I'll end this day here. More to come.
We made out way up stairs of terminal 2 at LAX and bribed, I mean bought our way into the VA lounge. Honestly, I was surprised this was still an option since the merger with Delta had killed any charm VA had. Progress, right?
Once again, here is the VA lounge. Not too shabby!
Knowing that I would be consuming sparkling wine on the plane, I opted to have one or two of those while watching the planes run around.
Haggi ordered the burger with tomato flat bread. I'm pretty sure I ended up eating the flat bread.
I ordered the Pho. (That's Dis-GUS-tin! Exclaimed the momster). I also got the turkey breast, but that picture was ugly, so I won't include it here.
I also took the time to charge my precious Nexus 7. The best doggone tablet that has ever been made! (Sorry iPad, but it's true). Also take note of the snazzy black leather bag. More on that later.We hung out in the lounge for our allotted 3 hours, getting pleasantly tipsy (me) and usually ornery (moms) then made our way onto the plane and got settled.
So, here we are... me against the window, momster on the aisle, sucking down the sparkling wine. Well I was, mom doesn't like it- so she demanded a rum and diet coke, she didn't get that until after lift off, but I digress.
So, here we are, me drinking two sparkline wines, momster whining about not having rum with diet coke when I look over to my left and...
Christ the Good Lord Almighty! A child in the plane. Near me. Again. Am I surprised? No, of course not. Why would I be? The miserable little buggers surround me on purpose. Best I can hope for is to pass out in a nice foggy haze.
Not 10 minutes into the flight, it let lose. Why? Why? Why? Do people insist on bringing brats onto planes? WHY??????
So there I sit, trying to read my tablet through blurry vision while ignoring the wails of the spawn in the next row.
Oh goodie, dinner!
Some type of cheese tortellini with red onions. I'm going to go ahead and say it was edible, but to be honest, I don't remember. I'm sure it was fine.
I dozed off an on throughout the flight. Granted I was jostled every time momster had to use the bathroom (every 20 mins) because I had to make sure her stuff was safe. Thankfully I didn't have to stand outside the bathroom and keep guard this time. Miracles never cease.
Eventually, after about 7 years, breakfast was served.
Full English. The first of many. I can handle that.
When you take a night flight, and breakfast is finally served, you know it's almost landing time. Of course by this time I'm exhausted, only being able to sleep in 20 minute increments and peppered with music provided by the shrieking hobgoblin. But, land we did. And safely.
I'll end this day here. More to come.
