|"Frank", my little mascot bear is ready to go with me on our trip to California!|
One more day folks to take off from Philly International to Los Angeles.
As always with trips like this there is some (a lot actually) anxiety on my part. I was just talking to Pat on FaceTime and he says he is also experiencing anxiety prior to takeoff.
This year I'm meeting Pat in Los Angeles. The last two years he flew to Philadelphia and we met up there and flew out together to Los Angeles. But this year Pat found he could get a much more economical flight from Toronto, bypassing Philadelphia. Thus this year I will be flying out alone from Philly. I'll miss that six hour flight with Pat sitting next to me but I'll have my Bose cordless headset with me. Remember last year I had to endure the whining of a little boy, seated in a seat right behind me, on my way out to LA. For my flight back I had a little girl crying all the way. I don't blame the kids, after all a six hour flight is a long time for restless kids, but I just can't endure six hours of that unique kind of torture.
Pat's flight is a two parter. He flies into Denver, has a layover then takes another plane to LA. Or is it he flies to Texas then switches planes? I forget now. I have a direct flight, which I prefer.
This year I'm taking my big suitcase which I have to check in, which I'm not thrilled about. The past two years I've packed everything in a carryon suitcase but that's just too much for me with my unique sartorial needs. Two years ago, when Pat and I were in Palm Springs for the Spo/Someone nuptials, I wore my giraffe shirt the whole trip. I posted frequently to Facebook. My neighbor Barbara commented "Is that the only shirt you have?" Oh the shame. Anyone who knows me knows I have a LOT of shirts. And it is a shame not to take a greater selection of my shirts for this annual opportunity to show off my taste in elderly cool gentleman attire.
The cost for me checking in a bag is $25 which doesn't concern me. What does concern me is the loss of my luggage. Also standing in line to check in my bag. But when I take my smaller suitcase, frequently when I board the plane I cannot find any overhead space. Last time I had to put my carryon bag quite a few seats behind where I was seated. A six of one, half a dozen of another situation.
I had a little bump in my two hour ride to the airport from the lower depths of Delaware where I reside. My regular ride informed me he couldn't take me because he's undergoing medical treatment (radiation) and probably wouldn't be up to that long trip. My back up ride couldn't take me either, church obligation that Sunday. He will pick me up though. I had to ask my friends Mike and Bob to take me. They refuse to take any payment form me, which makes me feel guilty. When I lived in Philly a trip to the airport was a $5.00 thirty minute ride on the shuttle train from center city Philly to the airport. Not here in Lower Slower though, not in my lifetime it seems.
One more day folks! Exciting times. The thought has entered my mind this may be my last trip to California during my lifetime. I hope not. I am so looking forward to a glorious two weeks in sunny California. One week in Los Angeles (West Hollywood) and one week in Palm Springs.
I hope to keep blogging while I'm in California but the days always seem to go by so fast. Best time of my life folks!