home now...
Dec. 19th, 2004 04:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaySipping hot cocoa that patgreene made me :). A bit tired and jetlagged...
Georgia... red dirt, accents, the mist rolling over hills and pine trees... it still feels like home, FSVO.
4 hours of sleep again, since I had to get up at 7am. Today's flights were unremarkable... upgraded on both. I saw next to a chatterbox on the first flight, some guy (Chuck Green) who used to play basketball for the University of Georgia back in the mid-80s. Then in Houston they couldn't find a key to turn on the jetway... so we sat there... I nearly missed my connection. No broken items this time... on Friday, Delta had dented one of my bags, breaking a 1 liter gift set of Crown Royal that I had brought back from Canada which then soaked the other contents (my clothes, andsuspira20's gift. This time, Continental did a good job.
Northwest strikes me as not particularly friendly, but competent. Delta as very friendly, but slightly disorganized and hidebound by internal rules. Continental is both friendly *and* competent, IMO.... although I don't fly them much because I like going through Minneapolis.
More on personal processing this weekend in a different entry.
My brother Coby is the regional marketing manager for a Southern chain of gasoline stations ("Racetrac") who co-sponsors the Falcons pregame TV show as well as their radio broadcasts on a local station ("Dave-FM"). So he gets a block of four good season tickets from the team, two lesser ones from the radio station... he and I used two, the rest went to the company's clients or as rewards to store managers.
Except.. we showed up in a tailgating area, a weedy lot near the Georgia Dome with railroad tracks through it. Coby searched for friends from his church... went in a porta-potty... and dropped his two tickets somewhere. He called the team's marketing/sales guy, and his own boss, and they arranged to have the tickets reissued. In the meantime, we went to Ruth's Chris steakhouse nearby for a free dinner/reception hosted by the radio station. Nice tenderloin... we got our replacement tickets. I was impressed that Coby had pulled it off, frankly...
The game went into overtime and was won eventually by the home team. Two 30ish guys with Long Island accents eventually showed up with the lost tickets... I asked them if they'd bought them from a scalper. "Oh, no, we go every year!" (lying...). Then I asked from where ("The bank where I work got these for me."). (lying, obviously... these were Coby's slightly dirty and bent tickets, and these guys had no connection to Racetrac). Coby and I grinned carnivorously at them.... then explained what had happened. They refused to admit that they'd gotten the tickets by other means. However... the two seats to our left were vacant, so everyone got to stay (rather than Coby calling security ;).
patgreene made me :). A bit tired and jetlagged...Georgia... red dirt, accents, the mist rolling over hills and pine trees... it still feels like home, FSVO.
4 hours of sleep again, since I had to get up at 7am. Today's flights were unremarkable... upgraded on both. I saw next to a chatterbox on the first flight, some guy (Chuck Green) who used to play basketball for the University of Georgia back in the mid-80s. Then in Houston they couldn't find a key to turn on the jetway... so we sat there... I nearly missed my connection. No broken items this time... on Friday, Delta had dented one of my bags, breaking a 1 liter gift set of Crown Royal that I had brought back from Canada which then soaked the other contents (my clothes, and
suspira20's gift. This time, Continental did a good job. Northwest strikes me as not particularly friendly, but competent. Delta as very friendly, but slightly disorganized and hidebound by internal rules. Continental is both friendly *and* competent, IMO.... although I don't fly them much because I like going through Minneapolis.
More on personal processing this weekend in a different entry.
My brother Coby is the regional marketing manager for a Southern chain of gasoline stations ("Racetrac") who co-sponsors the Falcons pregame TV show as well as their radio broadcasts on a local station ("Dave-FM"). So he gets a block of four good season tickets from the team, two lesser ones from the radio station... he and I used two, the rest went to the company's clients or as rewards to store managers.
Except.. we showed up in a tailgating area, a weedy lot near the Georgia Dome with railroad tracks through it. Coby searched for friends from his church... went in a porta-potty... and dropped his two tickets somewhere. He called the team's marketing/sales guy, and his own boss, and they arranged to have the tickets reissued. In the meantime, we went to Ruth's Chris steakhouse nearby for a free dinner/reception hosted by the radio station. Nice tenderloin... we got our replacement tickets. I was impressed that Coby had pulled it off, frankly...
The game went into overtime and was won eventually by the home team. Two 30ish guys with Long Island accents eventually showed up with the lost tickets... I asked them if they'd bought them from a scalper. "Oh, no, we go every year!" (lying...). Then I asked from where ("The bank where I work got these for me."). (lying, obviously... these were Coby's slightly dirty and bent tickets, and these guys had no connection to Racetrac). Coby and I grinned carnivorously at them.... then explained what had happened. They refused to admit that they'd gotten the tickets by other means. However... the two seats to our left were vacant, so everyone got to stay (rather than Coby calling security ;).
