No, this isn’t a post about getting high (gosh, Mom). It’s just an
update that I’m writing in the fourth hour of my 12 hour flight. It will
probably get posted when I get on the ground, get settled, and remember that
I’ve written this…so in other words, June. We’ll see.
The last week has been full of goodbyes, packing, and pictures with the
family dog.
The last couple days have been jet-packed. The parentals took me to SLC
international airport, and thanks to Skycap and online check-in, I said “NO
THANKS” to the check in desk and went straight to security. Instead of booking
the trip to Seoul, which would have involved an 11 hour layover in San
Francisco (as Sara-without-an-H would say, “EW!”), I decided to book the flights on two separate tickets: SLC-LAX-SFO
on Southwest Airlines on Feb. 15, and SFO-ICN on Singapore Air on Feb. 16.
Now, you may be thinking, “Gross. That’s a lot of flying time,” or,
“this is SOOOOO boring,” or, “why did Princess Toadstool’s name change to
Peach? Did Nintendo not think that we’d notice?”
I’ll address these starting with the last question, then the second,
then the first.
- I totally agree with you. Life just hasn't been
the same since Mario 64.
- Please purchase one of these so you can bat it around and allay your boredom.
- Yeah, in a way, it wasn't great. I tend to feel
dirty after flying, for whatever reason. That said…I’m pretty happy with this
itinerary. Please see the list below as to why.
Reasons Brad Did it Right
- Guys. Southwest. I love it. The seats just seem
comfier and the flight attendants seem happier. Best quote from yesterday’s FAD
(Flight Attendant of the Day): “Alright guys, we’re gonna go so fast, we’re
gonna fly.”
- It was the best option. For whatever reason,
when I checked, I found that there weren’t many (read: any) direct flights from
SLC to SFO that cost less than eleventy-billion dollars. C’mon, San Fran. Open
the runway to the U-ttractive flights from the Beehive State! You won’t regret
it!
- I got to catch up with a few friends:
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Joe and Whitney – okay, this was a phone
conversation that could have happened anywhere, but a lot of good things came
from this phone call due to the timing. For instance, Joe and Whitney now know
what a “South Korea” is…a country.
o
Carrie – we were in the same ward in Virginia. She
has an amazing life. She also let me crash at her place and chillax with her
awesome lab/hound mix, Oliver. The following also happened at said place:
Male house resident peeks into kitchen to
find the protagonist, Brad, eating mandarin oranges and drinking a glass of
water. The male has just left the shower and has no clothing to speak of save
the towel around his waist. Brad, on the other hand, is clothed. Carrie is not
on stage in her room.
Towel-donned male:
“Um, hey.”
Brad: “Hey.”
[Pause]
Brad: “I’m a friend
of Carrie’s.”
TDM: “Ah, gotcha.”
Clearly, cooler
heads prevailed in what could have been an awkward moment of him presuming that
I was an intruder. He would then need to calculate what kind of action he’d
need to take to get me out of the house without dropping his towel. Maybe he’s
the kind of person that would chase an intruder out, towel-be-danged. Anyway,
moving on.
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Tyler – it’s still a bit strange to call him
Tyler, since we served an LDS mission at the same time and I typically referred
to him by his last name. Anyhow, we hadn’t seen each other since our days at
BYU. He let me crash at his place and eat his food. I also met his roommate Jesse,
who’s a cool guy.
- (<--- Blogger is giving me grief about bullets and mocking my OCD tendencies. I'm glad I vented about that). Singapore Air is incredible. I mean, just look at this!
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| Interactive games. You now know the Korean word for beef. You're welcome. |
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| Yes, it's poorly lit, but that was lunch, and a darn good one at that. |
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| This classy menu includes "light bites", a light meal (not to be confused with the "light bites"), and dinner. |
Speaking of classy,
the flight attendants are dressed to the nines. One of them, Desmond, told me I
remind him of a college roommate of his college roommate, which was nice to
hear because he didn’t say I remind him of Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory (I’m sure he’s a great guy). Then we chatted
for a bit. And you're fascinated.
Well, I’m in the fifth hour of flight, and it looks like we’re
currently over Alaska. Specifically, it looks like we’re flying over the very
hill from where Sarah Palin keeps watch
over the Russians, which means this is a good place for me to stop for now.
My goal for the rest of the flight is to figure
out more ways to use “light bites” in my vernacular. Any suggestions?
