I arrived in Vegas on Friday. When I landed, the weather was hot... and horrible. The weather back in California had not climbed to triple digits, so I was sweating like a pig on a spit. Before I talk about Vegas... let's rewind to when I took BART to the San Francisco Airport.
I got to BART and hopped on the train at about 5:30 AM in Dublin. My flight on Virgin was slated to leave at 9:30, so I knew that I needed to pad for the travel to the airport (appx 1hr 30 min) and to check in (appx 1hr 30 min) before the flight. ** I have to mention that I am paying $5 a day for airport parking at the BART station. For $20 I am parking where I am taking transit. It is MUCH cheaper than the airport long term**I had plans on getting a seat, settling in with my iPod and snoozing until I had to switch trains. Something stopped me from these plans.... a hot guy with a suitcase who was sitting a few rows in front of me. Need I mention, he was so hot, that I considered sneaking a picture of him so I could stare at him later.... I didn't do it though. I was too tired and nodding off. I did, though, see him studying the route map and looking at every stop. When I saw he didn't exit in Oakland, I figured he was also on his way to San Francisco International. Hot guy had been talking to another fella during the route, so between my teeny snoozes... I just watched him like a sad, cougar stalker.
Hot guy's conversation partner exited the train when we got into the city, so I asked him if he was on his way to San Francisco as well. He was. He asked if I knew the way there and I told him I did, but we had to switch trains. Apparently, he was interested in hitching a ride to my directional skills. God... FINALLY my nerdy interests come in handy. We exited the train for the transfer and stood together on the platform. He. Was. Ripped. In the grand scheme of seeing a hot man for the first time, this was perfect. He wore a white, short sleeve shirt that showed off his well toned arms. *swoon* This is pathetic... I am 33. I did, though, continue to look.
Oh, where was I. We were on the platform and got to talking. He was on his way to San Diego to visit a friend. He was studying to be an RN. Like a dumbass, I said, "You mean, you aren't a male model?" *sigh* I'm lucky he laughed... because it was nice to have the conversation on the platform. He's from a town close to where I live and was very green when it came to public transpo. We got on the airport train together. I found out at 7:00, that his flight was slated to leave at 7:45. I started to get worried for him. That's not a lot of time. There was more pleasasnt conversation on the train and when we exited at the airport, we rode the shuttle together to his destination. He hugged me and told me I was the best thing that happened to him that day. He smelled good. Adonis ran away in pursuit of this airplane and I rode the now empty shuttle to my gate.
It was an excellent start to a fun weekend! The interesting thing about Virgin America is that their gate is located in the International terminal. It was nice to repeat the walk I took when Lizzie and I went to Europe. :)
Virgin is a wonderful airline! I got my roundtrip airfare for $145 with tax. I took a ride on the airline about a year and half ago when I met Lizzie in Los Angeles for MouseAdventure. There is mood lighting and great music choices on the plane. I was excited for my personal video screen again. As for amenities, I was not disappointed. The touch screen had an eclectic mix of music. From Duffy to The Clash to Dora the Explorer to Beethoven to the music of Wicked, there was something for everyone. One is able to make a playlist of the music and let it ride. I watched music videos for the first 15 minutes on the plane. :) The movies are pay, but the free entertainment on the screen was more than sufficient for me!
The ride was a quick hour and 15 minutes. I managed to take a 45 minute nap while listening to my playlist. Also... the flight attendants were gay... and OH so cute! :D Huzzah!
Emma
