I flew Southwest for the first time to return to Iowa and now I've experienced the "luv" and can briefly outline it for you.
On my Oakland-Phoenix flight last week, I enjoyed my first layover that involved landing, staying on the same plane, picking up some more passengers, and then taking off again. At least that's how it was supposed to work. Being an amateur to this flight procedure I got off the plane with EVERYBODY ELSE. I then got confused and luckily flagged down a Southwest agent who kindly ushered me back into the plane on which I should have stayed. oof! I felt a little dumb.
Then there was the "choose your own seat" phenomenon, which I think is a pretty awful idea. It's a well-observed fact that people are governed by the same properties as gas molecules when confined in sealed spaces for any amount if time - elevators, bathrooms (namely urinals), buses, etc. So when you board a Southwest plane you see these laws in action; people are, fittingly, staggered aisle-window (with the middle seat empty) or sometimes (for those a-holes you know just HATE people) just sitting right on the aisle with their stuff filling the other two seats. This is great if you board first... the plane is like an untouched resource ready to.. uhh.. occupy. But if you happen to board toward the end you're forced to violate these rules and squeeze in where you can. Very awkward to both DO and to WITNESS.
So that's my Southwest experience. Overall good, and if I needed to check mucho luggage it would be a totally huge value. Still no fees for two fifty pound bags!
Things I'm excited to be bringing back from home:
- my ikea glass-vase lamp that will provide my room some much needed light ambience
- a smattering of clothes that I had to leave at home in Operation Move-to-San-Francisco-in-Six-Days. PLUS some newly-shortened jeans compliments of my mom's mad sewing skills. :)
- my (almost worn-out) sandals that I got in Greece and love oh-so-much.
- my "kabuki " (make-up) supplies for when my gays come visit me and we fem it up to go out to the Castro.
I arrive in Oakland at 7pm and should be back to my Treasure Island nest around 8:30. I am very hopeful that my Treasure Island 108 is not super full so my suitcase doesn't make me feel like a douche.
Next "I'm bored and traveling and have a new livejournal toy on my phone"-induced post may be today and be about my post-vaca recharged -and-ready affirmations.

On my Oakland-Phoenix flight last week, I enjoyed my first layover that involved landing, staying on the same plane, picking up some more passengers, and then taking off again. At least that's how it was supposed to work. Being an amateur to this flight procedure I got off the plane with EVERYBODY ELSE. I then got confused and luckily flagged down a Southwest agent who kindly ushered me back into the plane on which I should have stayed. oof! I felt a little dumb.
Then there was the "choose your own seat" phenomenon, which I think is a pretty awful idea. It's a well-observed fact that people are governed by the same properties as gas molecules when confined in sealed spaces for any amount if time - elevators, bathrooms (namely urinals), buses, etc. So when you board a Southwest plane you see these laws in action; people are, fittingly, staggered aisle-window (with the middle seat empty) or sometimes (for those a-holes you know just HATE people) just sitting right on the aisle with their stuff filling the other two seats. This is great if you board first... the plane is like an untouched resource ready to.. uhh.. occupy. But if you happen to board toward the end you're forced to violate these rules and squeeze in where you can. Very awkward to both DO and to WITNESS.
So that's my Southwest experience. Overall good, and if I needed to check mucho luggage it would be a totally huge value. Still no fees for two fifty pound bags!
Things I'm excited to be bringing back from home:
- my ikea glass-vase lamp that will provide my room some much needed light ambience
- a smattering of clothes that I had to leave at home in Operation Move-to-San-Francisco-in-Six-Days. PLUS some newly-shortened jeans compliments of my mom's mad sewing skills. :)
- my (almost worn-out) sandals that I got in Greece and love oh-so-much.
- my "kabuki " (make-up) supplies for when my gays come visit me and we fem it up to go out to the Castro.
I arrive in Oakland at 7pm and should be back to my Treasure Island nest around 8:30. I am very hopeful that my Treasure Island 108 is not super full so my suitcase doesn't make me feel like a douche.
Next "I'm bored and traveling and have a new livejournal toy on my phone"-induced post may be today and be about my post-vaca recharged -and-ready affirmations.
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