Up in the Air

My flight from Chicago to San Francisco was pretty easy.  I was asked by a husband if I would swap with his wife so they could sit together.  I told the guy that as long as he could get my rollerbag over that row, I'm in.  So he fought through the passengers and got it up there.  I still had a window seat and I was closer to the front.  

I finally finished this book Blade by Wendy Walker about murder in the figure skating community.  I have been trying to slog through it and I finally got to the end.  It was way too slow and hard to read for me but I did appreciate the ending so I am glad I finished.

I forgot that it is Superbowl weekend in San Francisco.  There was a big display and merch everywhere.

I had the most delicious salmon and bacon sandwich at a place called Mustard's near my gate.  I swear I have been eating the most boring meals lately compared to this one!  

The flight to Manila wasn't too bad.  There was the LBH (Loser Back Home) guy who had a tie dye tank top on and was balding but had just enough hair to have some of it in dreadlocks.  OMG.  I do wonder what the heck his story is and why he feels this is an acceptable fashion statement.  I sat in the second to last row where there are only two seats in the row.  There was a younger guy next to me and I mostly just watched some shows on my noise canceling headphones and napped.  At one point, I thought I smelled buttered popcorn.  I thought that was weird as we were on a plane... then I realized it was the butter I had stashed in my jacket pocket in case I wanted to eat this bread roll later.  Doh!

The transfer was waiting for me in the arrivals hall and I was taken to the Kingsford Hotel.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the LBH Dreads guy.  Oh crap, what if he is on my trip?!?!?!

I ordered some room service and drifted off to sleep.