Maybe this was written retrospectivelly, maybe it wasn't. No one is going to read this anyway, so who cares?
Thursday was a long day - I put in a full day at the office before Jennifer picked me up and we drove to Huntsville International (the name itself is hilarious - there are maybe 11 gates). I've been flying out of HSV for business travel for years now, but this was Jennifer's first time. Security has always been easy enough there, and this time was no different. I did get a pat-down from the TSA agent at the metal detector. It was a little weird, I guess. Maybe some folks will eventually get in an uproar about them.
We flew US Airways for this trip. Nothing wrong with them, I guess. I was worried that we were getting a little sporty with a 45 minute layover at Reagan National (DCA). As luck would have it, events beyond our control doubled that layover. I wasn't really worried about missing the connection (the commuter terminal is pretty small); I just get anxious about being late. Also, usually when I travel I have the unstoppable force of the US government behind me. Its weird how comforting that can be. Anyways, while DCA can be a headache and a half, I do like the meal options. We had enough time for Five Guys for dinner and Cinnabon for dessert. Doing that in 45 minutes would have been nuts.
The downside to that luxurious layover put us in at LaGuardia (LGA) pretty darn late. Our gracious hosts, Paul and Bekky Robbins, had to wait a bit for us. Also, our suitcase that we shared was deemed abandoned by the baggage clerks because it was the only one that came off the plane, or something.
Finally, we made it to the stately Robbins estate in Brooklynn. I did not sleep until we got there.
Tomorrow: There's No Business like Show Business.
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