It begins last night- meetings, meetings, some work, packing(11:30-11:35pm), sleeping (optional), morning (4:30 or so), coffee (essential), meeting, working, 6am or so, better run to LGA, arriving, take out your laptop, shoes, belt, jacket, put them back on, avoid the TSA lady that screams at you for the fact that the beg fell on the laptop and she needed to scan it twice, go through, put the jacket back, run to the gate, avoid gate-lice, stopping for a moment, should I take a picture of all gate-lice for future classification under this thread? heck, I need some overhead bin space, the definition of carry-on these days is… watch the GA handling the gatelice, get on board, find someone at my seat, see that he insists on chaning seats, oh-well, 3B and 4B are alike, not worth the trouble, finding overhead space, watch the safety presentsation,practice “finger wagging” (can’t wait to meet Deltania), 30 minutes taxi, takeoff, one coffee (… American Coffee, When would the espresso machines come on board?), having the person who took my 3B lean back enough to block my laptop screen, and almost ‘kill’ the coffee, touch base with work emails (one bad result of gogo), figure out the interface of liveflyer, check FT, read again the agenda, and know one thing:
It’s all worth it, because @ 37,100 feet, I am heading to the BEST.FIELD.TRIP.EVER. Can’t wait.