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The Terminal
This weekend brought to you by the word Terminal and the number 11
How come? you say?
Friday, abditus and I took BART (I got on in Oakland and we met-up at Embarcadero) to SFO (which went rather smoothly, I must say) and got there plenty early for our flight. With this time we decided to get some drinks. Since had already passed the security check-point, our options were limited. The bar was busy, but we were able to get some drinks and hang out for a little bit. Our search for food resulted in very few options, and ended us back at the bar, where we got a couple of hot-dogs to tide us over. Since the flight was only an hour to Palm Springs, we could only expect peanuts and a beverage as our in-flight comestibles. Realizing it was close to the stated boarding time, we headed over to the gate. There was a line, but it turned out to be for the previous flight. Our flight had been delayed (no reason declared, but since the previous flight at that gate was delayed, my theory involves dominos). So, we wait. Good thing we both have big books (thanks for the loan of thebrick book, hon) and fully charged iPods. After getting a ride from his parents, we finally got to our destination at 11 PM.
Saturday, we went to see the movie The Terminal which I recommend. It seemed like a good movie to see with abditus’s parents, who usually do not share the same taste in movies with us. I am happy to report that I was right, and we all enjoyed the story. Not only is it inspired by (but not based on) a true story, the entire set (an international terminal) which was all created for the film was impressive and was very convincing. Oh, and Tom Hanks does a great job with this role.
Sunday, after a father’s day brunch, we leave the parent’s house around 3 and head to the airport. Check-in goes well, and after a typical wait, we are all seated on the plane, listening to the pilot get the “cabin is secured” message that is the harbinger of imminent take-off. Then the pilot tells us that there is a faulty indicator that needs to be checked-out, and to hold tight for a bit. Holding.... OK, they have figured out the problem, and fixed it, but they now have to give the plane a complete inspection to make sure everything is fine. At that time we are asked to de-plane and wait in the boarding area for a while. It is a couple of hours before they decide they are ready to board the plane again. The flight was uneventful and we arrived at SFO over an hour later. The BART ride proves to go as smoothly as it did on the way to the airport (MUNI on the other hand...!), but since abditus still needs to pick-up his motorcycle, he ends up taking (the infrequent) MUNI to work. Since it was late and I had luggage, I did’t want to walk home, so I head over to the nearby grocery store to wait and see if I can find anything for dinner (one packet of peanuts just is not enough). After riding home, abditus came and picked me up in the car and after deciding on a pre-roasted chicken, we headed home. All told, by the time we made it home, hungry and exhausted, it was almost 11 PM. Sadly, abditus calculated that had we drove from his parents house, leaving at the same time, we would have made it home an hour earlier, having stopped for dinner along the way.
How come? you say?
Friday, abditus and I took BART (I got on in Oakland and we met-up at Embarcadero) to SFO (which went rather smoothly, I must say) and got there plenty early for our flight. With this time we decided to get some drinks. Since had already passed the security check-point, our options were limited. The bar was busy, but we were able to get some drinks and hang out for a little bit. Our search for food resulted in very few options, and ended us back at the bar, where we got a couple of hot-dogs to tide us over. Since the flight was only an hour to Palm Springs, we could only expect peanuts and a beverage as our in-flight comestibles. Realizing it was close to the stated boarding time, we headed over to the gate. There was a line, but it turned out to be for the previous flight. Our flight had been delayed (no reason declared, but since the previous flight at that gate was delayed, my theory involves dominos). So, we wait. Good thing we both have big books (thanks for the loan of the
Saturday, we went to see the movie The Terminal which I recommend. It seemed like a good movie to see with abditus’s parents, who usually do not share the same taste in movies with us. I am happy to report that I was right, and we all enjoyed the story. Not only is it inspired by (but not based on) a true story, the entire set (an international terminal) which was all created for the film was impressive and was very convincing. Oh, and Tom Hanks does a great job with this role.
Sunday, after a father’s day brunch, we leave the parent’s house around 3 and head to the airport. Check-in goes well, and after a typical wait, we are all seated on the plane, listening to the pilot get the “cabin is secured” message that is the harbinger of imminent take-off. Then the pilot tells us that there is a faulty indicator that needs to be checked-out, and to hold tight for a bit. Holding.... OK, they have figured out the problem, and fixed it, but they now have to give the plane a complete inspection to make sure everything is fine. At that time we are asked to de-plane and wait in the boarding area for a while. It is a couple of hours before they decide they are ready to board the plane again. The flight was uneventful and we arrived at SFO over an hour later. The BART ride proves to go as smoothly as it did on the way to the airport (MUNI on the other hand...!), but since abditus still needs to pick-up his motorcycle, he ends up taking (the infrequent) MUNI to work. Since it was late and I had luggage, I did’t want to walk home, so I head over to the nearby grocery store to wait and see if I can find anything for dinner (one packet of peanuts just is not enough). After riding home, abditus came and picked me up in the car and after deciding on a pre-roasted chicken, we headed home. All told, by the time we made it home, hungry and exhausted, it was almost 11 PM. Sadly, abditus calculated that had we drove from his parents house, leaving at the same time, we would have made it home an hour earlier, having stopped for dinner along the way.
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