Touchdown

Well, that was long. We finally got loaded on the plane at CMH 2 hour behind schedule. The staff at the counter couldn't tell us what was going to happen once we got to Midway. We'd find out when we we got to Midway. What happened to me was that I got put on the next flight to San Diego, leaving in 3.5 hours. What can you do?

Midway has gotten a lot nicer since I first flew there 15 or so years ago. They've added a couple new terminals and now it hardly has that Party at the Bus Station feel that the original terminal had. But as modern terminals/malls go this one is pretty nice. A good selection of different food, immortal Jake and Elwood, and the Midway Memorial.

Finally the plane takes off, half an hour after they really, really promised us we be leaving. Luckily for me I was able to sleep most of the flight. I don't think I really woke up until the captain came on to tell us we were going to be crossing the Rockies and the turbulence might be bad. And he was right. But it only lasted for a short time and I fell asleep again for a few more states, and then it was time to land.

Of course getting baggage was a chore. Seemed like a dozen flights all arrived at the same time and had their luggage just sort of tossed into a big pile. But it only took about an hour after we landed to get out of the building.

I grabbed a taxi out front, and when I told the driver where I was going he was upset. "Where?" He had been reading a novel in Cyrillic. I had to reassure him that I knew what I was talking about, but he believed me. Got to the Hotel Occidental 10 dollars later and checked in. The room is small but seems clean and the hotel is nice.

Since I hadn't eaten for many hours I walked over to Little Italy and found some sushi. Miso, edamame, and a veggie roll. Excellant. Finally to bed.