Archive for May, 2011
This is my third consecutive Saturday doing a mileage run. This one will take me to Seattle, with enough time on the ground to leave the airport and go into town.
The routing on this run is unusual: Austin to Los Angeles to Seattle to Chicago to Austin. I’d leave Austin at 7:50 a.m. on Saturday and return at 10:40 Sunday morning. I’ve been to Seattle so many times that I feel like I know the city by heart, but this trip would be different; I planned to take the ferry to Bainbridge Island for dinner.
I arrived at Austin-Bergstrom International Airport with time to spare and was able to spend a little while at the Admirals Club. The Austin club has a wonderful staff, the club was voted the best in the country a few years back. This recognition did not come because of the facilities, it was because of the AAngels behind the counter and how warm and friendly they are. Every time I walk in I am greeted like a long lost friend and I feel truly welcome.
While I was at the club I went online and checked the weather for Seattle for that day; the forecast was not good. It called for an 80% chance of rain during the day, and a 90% chance during the evening. I wasn’t happy to see this, I hoped to get some good photos while on the ferry — rain would not help.
After my normal morning cup of coffee I went to the gate and boarded the 737-800 for the flight to Los Angeles. I had an aisle seat, a father and his young son were in the middle and window seats. His wife and daughters were in the three seats on the other side of the aisle. I had a long day ahead of me and looked forward to sleeping for an hour or two on the flight. At least that was the plan. Unfortunately, it did not work out that way.
Every time I dozed off the young boy needed to go to the bathroom. Or, his little sister across the aisle needed to go and mommy could not help so daddy had to take her. And that was the flight for me, doze off, then feel someone poking me on the shoulder to wake up. Given how long a day I was going to have I could have used the sleep, but that’s life.
We arrived in Los Angeles on time and I got off, getting quite a shock as a gust of cold air came into the jetway as I left the plane; I thought Southern California had nice weather! Normally, but not on this day
If the weather was this bad in Los Angeles, how much worse would it be in Seattle?
American Airlines flies into LAX Terminal 4, my Alaska Airlines flight would depart from Terminal 3. I’ve made this change in the past and never liked it; it’s a long walk and I would have to clear security again. Given my displeasure with that possibility I was very happy to find that they offer shuttle bus service to the other terminal and I would not need to go through screening again.
I boarded the bus and took out my camera. This was not going to be a normal bus ride on the roads at LAX. Have you ever looked out the window of an airport terminal and seen trucks and tractors driving around near the planes? That’s where my bus would go, around the terminals, past taxiways and runways. We might even have to stop to let a plan go by; this gave me the chance to get some shots that I would normally not see.
After a few moments we arrived at Terminal 3 and I went to the boarding area for my flight. I quickly found it and wished I could have been in the Admirals Club instead. I can only describe this terminal as airport hell.
This wing of the terminal was round, with 6 gates all opening into a common area. It seemed like flights were leaving from all 6 gates at once, the boarding announcements never seemed to stop. It was loud and crowded. l needed to charge my phone: I eventually found one of the 2 kiosks that Samsung had set up for people to use as a charging station, Each one had 4 outlets, so there were only 8 outlets for the entire area. I had to wait, eventually someone finished charging and I was able to plug in for a short while.
I did have one special treat though while I was there, a Qantas Airbus A-380 arrived at the terminal across from us; this was my first opportunity to see this leviathan of the air.
When I heard the boarding announcement for my flight to Seattle, I could hardly wait to board, at least the plane would be relatively quiet.
I was able to get some sleep on this flight and I needed it. My flight from Seattle wouldn’t leave until midnight local time, that’s 2 o’clock in the morning to my body and way past my bed time.
We arrived in Seattle on time, coming in to the North Terminal that I had flown out of a few weeks earlier. At least this time I knew what to do, taking the subway to the main terminal and than boarding the Light Rail to go downtown.
The weatherman had predicted an 80% chance of rain during the day. Thankfully he was completely wrong, This was the kind of day the Seattle Chamber of Commerce brags about — no rain, clear skies and mild temperatures.
I took the Light Rail to the Pioneer Square station, then had a 10 minute walk to the ferry terminal. Round trip fare to Bainbridge Island was $7.10. They have an interesting way of charging for the ferry: passengers only pay when leaving Seattle, there are no ticket windows at any of the many locations the ferry goes to.
I bought my ticket, boarded the ferry, and went outside to enjoy the glorious view.
It was a windy day, the seagulls were flying around the ferry looking for food. The wind was so strong I had a hard time standing still. We did have one treat though, the 100th anniversary of the Seattle Maritime Festival was taking place. The main event in the afternoon was the tugboat races, you can see some of the tugs in the middle of the video.
We pulled out into the harbor, the gulls followed us all the way, always looking for food.
The ferry ride was wonderful! It was a beautiful day, the views were spectacular, and it was one of those “I can’t do this at home” experiences that made the long flight to Seattle seem worthwhile.
All too soon though, the ferry started to slow down as we approached Bainbridge Island. I had the chance to see some of the homes along the shoreline.
The ferry entered Eagle Harbor, then docked at the ferry terminal. As I went ashore I was happy to find that the weatherman was still off target, it was a lovely day. I followed the crowd and made my way to the “downtown” area to see the shops and have dinner.
I had a ten minute walk to the city center. I’m sure it is a beautiful area, but major road construction on the main street took off some of the glow.
I took my time, looking in many of the shop windows while enjoying the splendid weather. Since this is the Seattle area, I stopped at a coffee house, ordered a latte, and sat outside reading and enjoying my time.
I had a recommendation to visit the Café Nola — it would not open until 5 p.m. so I took my time and walked down to the marina.
After the noise and crowds of the airline terminals, trains, and downtown Seattle, the marina was an oasis of tranquility and I sat for a several minutes, enjoying it. But then something (my stomach!) told me to get up and go to the restaurant. So, I walked the few short blocks to Café Nola, stopping along the way at Bon Bon Confections to buy some chocolate for my wife.
The restaurant opened at 5, I arrived there a few moments after they opened and was the first customer. They quickly sat me at a table by the window.
As you look at their menu, you can see the wonderful selection of food they offer. But as I looked at it and contemplated my choice of starter, all I could think of was my trip to Seattle a few weeks earlier, and how miserable I felt after I ate far too much food for dinner. I was not going to make that mistake a second time.
I decided to skip the starter and just eat an entreé. Several of them looked good, I decided on the Dungeness Crab with macaroni.
After a short wait they brought it out to me, it was still very hot from the oven. I let it cool and then took a taste; it was wonderful. The plate featured a serving of crab surrounded by macaroni and cheese that had pieces of fish in it, covered with shredded white cheese. I had never had mac-and-cheese like this before; they had taken it from a comfort food to a gourmet taste delight. I took my time eating it, savoring every bite, using slices of sourdough bread to get any sauce that I missed.
I ate as much as I could, but did not finish the serving. I enjoyed the meal, but I also enjoyed not feeling miserable when it was over. I paid the bill and left. I do want to comment on how friendly the manager was; I needed to charge my cell phone but couldn’t find an outlet in the dining area. She took the phone into the office and let it charge while I was eating. Thank you!
By now it was shortly after 6 p.m. and I decided it was time to walk back to the ferry terminal. A light rain started to fall and the temperature began to drop as I arrived at the dock. No need to get wet, I went inside and stood in the line waiting for the next ferry back to Seattle. I was talking with the people behind me; they were all going to see the Seattle Sounders, Seattle’s soccer team, play that night, and then my phone rang.
I instantly recognized the ring, it was the American Airlines flight status number. That wasn’t good, I normally get those calls 2 hours before a flight departs to tell me it is on time — my flight would not leave for another five-and-a-half-hours, something was wrong. I answered the phone and listened to the bad news as the computer told me that my flight, scheduled to depart at midnight, would not depart until 1 a.m.
I stood there and ran the numbers in my head. The plane would leave at 1 a.m. which was 3 a.m. in Texas; when the plane took off I would have been up for 23 hours! That may have been a normal Saturday night when I was in college, but those days are long past. I wasn’t happy about this news.
The ferry soon arrived, we boarded and almost everyone stayed inside, trying to avoid the rain and the wind.
When we arrived in Seattle I made my way to Pike Place Market. It was warm, it was dry, and would be a perfect place to spend the next few hours, sipping some fresh beer at a local brewpub. But then I stopped and thought for a while. If I spent a few hours at the Market and did not get back to the airport until 10:30 or later, there was no chance of getting an earlier flight home. However, if I got to the airport early enough they might be able to get me a seat on an earlier flight. The choice was obvious.
I went to the light rail station and took the train back to the airport. I went to the American Airlines ticket counter to check in and see if I could get an earlier flight. But first the agent needed to pull up my itinerary. She did that, stared at the screen for a while and then asked, “Did you start today in Austin, Texas?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Are you crazy?”
It had been a while since I had to answer that one and I wasn’t in the mood to explain mileage running to her, so I just smiled and asked if there were any other options. She didn’t even look at the screen, she simply said “no.”
I asked about the 11:30 flight to DFW that I had taken before. No luck, it doesn’t fly on Saturday during May. What about the 9 o’clock flight on Alaska Airlines to Los Angeles? Again, no luck, their last flight had already departed. The only good news she had for me was that my upgrade to First Class had gone through for the Chicago-Austin flight, and I was number one on the list to get an upgrade on the flight from Seattle. She issued my boarding passes and wished me luck.
It was 8:45, my flight would not leave for another 4+ hours. I looked at the departure board hoping I would see a flight that the agent had missed, but there weren’t any. The only remaining flights from Seattle were going to the Detroit, Minneapolis, or the East Coast. I thought for a moment that I had plenty of time to take the train from the airport and go back into town, but it was cold, it was raining, and I was tired. I decided to stay at Sea-Tac.
I cleared security and went to the food court. I bought some ice cream and sat, watching planes land and take off, and reading from my Kindle.
The time passed slowly, but eventually the plane to Chicago arrived at midnight. I was upgraded to First Class, boarded, and quickly fell asleep. First class seating was so much better than coach and the problems I had on my flight a few weeks earlier when the gentleman in the seat next to me kept tossing and turning, waking me every time he bumped into me.
We landed at O’Hare at 7 o’clock Sunday morning; as you can see in this video it was very hazy and we experienced a lot of turbulence as we made our final approach.
It was shortly after 7 by the time I got off the plane, my Austin flight would leave at 8 a.m., that meant I did not have enough time to take a shower at the Admirals Club. Disappointing. I did have enough time though to grab a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee, then make my way to the gate for my Austin flight.
I boarded the plane and, with a First Class seat, looked forward to having a good meal on the flight home. I had an omelet the last time I took this flight and it hit the spot.
We departed on time and once we reached cruising altitude the flight attendant announced that she would serve our continental breakfast. Continental breakfast? I wanted an omelet. I asked the FA why I had a full breakfast the last time I flew this flight, but she had no answer. Oh well, I was thankful for what I was getting, it was a lot better than I would have had in coach.
After I finished the meal I fell back to sleep, waking up shortly before our on-time arrival in Austin. I was home by 11:30 a.m.
It had been a very long weekend, but a fun one. I enjoyed riding the ferry, I enjoyed my visit to Bainbridge Island, I enjoyed my meal at Café Nola and strange as this may sound, I actually enjoyed the quiet time sitting in the airport Saturday night reading. I flew from Seattle to Chicago to Austin in First Class, and got home on time. I picked up 4,888 EQMs, and 6,106 total miles. I have almost 38,000 EQMs, which means I only need another 12,000 to earn Platinum status. And I have 996,000 lifetime miles in my account: the next time I fly I’ll cross the 1 million mile mark and earn life time Gold status.
All in all, it was a great weekend!
For the second consecutive Saturday I’m mileage run, this time to an airport that I have never visited: Newark Liberty International Airport (EWR). It’s a quick trip, Austin to DFW to Newark and back, depart at 7 a.m. and be back by 8:20 that evening.
I visited AA.com before I left the house to find out if I would have internet access on either of the long flights between DFW and Newark; the website said I would not, so I left my laptop at home.
This trip began like all of my others, arrived at Austin-Bergstrom International Airport, short visit to the Admirals Club, and then boarded the plane for a quick flight to DFW. That part of the trip went normally. The unexpected happened later.
Here is our landing at DFW; the plane and its shadow lined up perfectly, it looked like the shadow was trying to catch up with us which it finally did when we landed.
We arrived at DFW Terminal D. My Newark flight would leave from Terminal C, gate 4, so I took the SkyLink people mover to Terminal C. The Skylink is one of the nicest things about DFW; even though it is a massive airport the size of Manhattan with five terminals, the Skylink will get you from one gate to another in any terminal in less than 10 minutes. When I watch this video it seems like we are moving very fast, but we’re not, it’s a reasonable speed.
Once I got to Terminal C I went to the Admirals Club for a cup of coffee, called my wife, and relaxed for a while. Then it was time for the long walk from the Admirals Club at gate 20 to gate 4.
I left the Admirals Club and had gotten to gate 18 when my phone rang; it was an American Airlines flight status update telling me that the gate had been changed from 4 to 24. So, I turned around and had the short walk to gate 24.
I’ve said this before, I’ll say it again. If you are going to fly on American Airlines, sign up for the free flight status update service. I knew about the gate change before it was even announced in the terminal. This is one of the best services American Airlines offers, you should take advantage of it.
I got to gate 24 and saw a huge crowd milling about. Had that many people already walked from gate 4? No, this was something else. A flight to Los Angeles had been canceled and the gate agents at gates 24, 25, and 26 were trying to rebook those passengers to later flights. A few years ago that would have been easy, but with the airlines cutting back on the number of flights most planes are at or near capacity with very few open seats. I don’t know how they could find seats for so many people.
As I was watching this my phone rang again, letting me know that the departure would be delayed by 25 minutes; again. I got this message before it was announced in the terminal. I later found out the delay was due to an equipment change as they got us a different aircraft. So, I’d have even less time on the ground at Newark. Eventually we boarded and the flight was like so many others I have recently been on, almost completely full.
I got a nice view of the winglets on a 737 at the gate next to us. More and more planes have them, Air and Space Smithsonian Magazine explains why.
We backed away from the terminal, got to the end of the runway and then started to taxi but I immediately noticed that we were not going nearly fast enough to take off. We went a very short distance then turned off the runway back onto the taxiway. Very odd. Then the pilot announced that there was a minor problem with their computer, they needed to finish loading data onto it which would only take a few moments; then he added that they had some dogs in the cargo hold. Was this why they needed to put data in the computer? I don’t know, I never found out what the dogs had to do with it.
It didn’t take long to load the data into their computer. In fact. we simply went back to the end of the runway and immediately took off.
Speaking of computers, with the equipment change we ended up with an aircraft that had internet service and I could have used my laptop; unfortunately it was at home.
One of the odd things about the flight was the route we took from DFW to EWR. Looking at a map, I assumed we’d take a straight line path flying over Little Rock and Nashville, but we didn’t. Instead we went east, flying directly over Atlanta, and then followed the coastline north to the New York area. Maybe this winds made this the most fuel-efficient route? I don’t know.
I spent a lot of time talking with the gentleman in the seat next to me as we traded stories of all our travels. After a while the flight attendants came through the cabin with beverages and selling the lunch packs. I said hello to one of the flight attendants, she had also worked my flight from AUS to DFW.
I wasn’t hungry but the man next to me was and ordered a sandwich. The attendant replied, “I’m sorry sir, we’re sold out, we only had 5 sandwiches on this flight.” WTH? A plane with over 100 passengers and they only had 5 sandwiches? I could understand that if the flight had originated in Austin where they don’t have a food supply facility, but this flight came from DFW, their largest hub where the aircraft could have been stocked properly. This one makes no sense to me, they should have done better. The only thing I can think of to explain it was they may not have been stocked properly because of the equipment change.
We flew on towards Newark and started our approach. Since we were in the New York area I hoped for a great view like I had when I flew into LaGuardia earlier this year, but we did not get that. In fact, the view as we came in was rather dull. We landed, almost 30 minutes late. I looked and saw that I would be flying back to DFW on the same plane, that was good, at least I would not have to rush to change terminals.
I hadn’t eaten since early that morning and I was hungry. I had 15-20 minutes before I needed to get back on the plane for the flight to DFW, so I started to look for some food I could bring on the plane. But first I decided to take out my phone and check my email. Great news, I had gotten an upgrade to First Class for the flight back to DFW! I’d not only have a more comfortable seat, I’d get a meal too.
I lived in New York many years ago: at that time Newark airport was the least busy of the three New York airports and only handled domestic flights. Now it is a full-fledged international airport with flights to destinations around the world
We boarded the plane, the same one that i had arrived on. Everything seemed to be going well until the end of the boarding process when the pilot announced that we would be delayed; there was a leak in our fresh water system and they had to fix that before we could fly.
This was not a big deal to me but it was to the lady in the seat next to me. She let the flight attendant know that they needed to do something for her because she was going to miss her connection. The flight attendant said she’d speak to a supervisor. Less than five minutes later the supervisor was on the plane to tell her that they had booked her to her destination First Class on Delta, and they would get her luggage from the cargo hold on our plane to the correct Delta flight.
I have to give a lot of credit to the people who handled this situation, they could not have done a better job.
After 25 minutes had gone by the pilot finally announced that the leak had been fixed and we took off. The flight attendant in First Class asked if we wanted any refreshments — it was the same FA who had been on my two previous flights! I smiled and said it was good to see her again, but I don’t think she had any idea who I was.
It was a smooth flight to DFW. I had a good meal (pasta) and managed to doze off for a little while. We got into DFW and I had just enough time to change terminals and get my flight back to Austin. I was home shortly after 9 p.m.
This was a good day. I got home at a reasonable hour, earned 3,752 EQMs and 4,690 total miles. Not bad for 45 minutes in Newark!
It’s the start of a busy mileage run period for me; I’m doing a run on three consecutive Saturdays. This is the first of those three trips as I once again fly to the Pacific Northwest.
This trip is on Alaska Airlines with the following itinerary: Austin to Portland (PDX) with a stop in San Jose (SJC), then on to Seattle (SEA) then back to SJC and then AUS. I’d leave Austin at 7:50 a.m. and return at 11:30 p.m., spending almost the entire day in the air with very short layovers. My flights to and from Austin are the same ones I took when I did my trip to San Jose. but this time I keep flying instead of leaving the airport and going into town.
I enjoyed my late departure from Austin; I normally leave at 6 a.m., so I got some extra sleep before this trip. I arrived at Austin-Bergstrom International Airport and went to the security check-in line. (I had printed my boarding pass at home the night before.) AUS has three main security lines, one at each end of the terminal and one in the middle. I went to the line for the lower numbered gates and saw a huge line. It not only filled the check-in space, it continued into the terminal. If I was flying on American Airlines that would not be a problem, my boarding pass would say Priority AAcess and I could go to the front of the line. Since I was flying on Alaska I’d have no such privilege.
I looked toward the center check-in area near the American Airlines counters and saw almost no one on line and immediately went to that station at the middle of the terminal. I mentioned to the TSA lady that there was a huge line at the other area and she said, “Oh, that’s because of Southwest, they have several flights leaving at almost the same time so there is always a huge line waiting to clear security.” Thanks, that’s a lesson learned for me.
I had enough time to visit the Admirals Club, say hello to the AAngels and have a cup of coffee, then head down to the departure gate. I got there 20 minutes before departure in time to hear the final boarding call announcement. Apparently Alaska boards passengers earlier that American does, I was one of the last people to board the flight.
I was on a 737-800, which has three-across seating; I had an aisle seat. I tried to put my bag under the seat in front of me but it wouldn’t fit; there was enough room in front of the other two seats, but the aisle seat had a much more narrow space, so I had to put the bag in the overhead bin. I’ll need to check when I fly on American to see if their 737 is configured the same way.
We had a smooth departure from Austin. After a while I got my laptop down to watch a DVD. I’ve done this on American without problem, but American has powerports to plug in the computer — Alaska does not. I wondered if my laptop battery would last long enough for me to watch a 95 minute movie. Thankfully it did. The worst thing that happened was the man in the seat in front of me pushing his seat back which made it impossible for me to set my laptop on the try table and still be able to see the screen. So, I place it on my lap and held it.
It was an uneventful flight to San Jose. We landed a few moments early and I chose to get off the plane instead of staying on for the 30+ minutes we spent on the ground. First stop was the closest mens room which was surprisingly small, so small that the line came out the door. After taking care of that I had enough time to make a quick phone call to my wife and then reboard.
While I do not have elite status with Alaska Airlines, they do allow passengers with elite status on their partner airlines (such as American) to board before the rest of the coach passengers do. So, I had early boarding for this part of the flight, something I always appreciate. This gives me time to get to my seat without being rushed and also allows me to watch the best show in the air — passengers fighting to get their over-stuffed carry-ons into the overhead bins. This wouldn’t happen if the airlines were not charging for checked bags, but they make too much money from that fee to cancel it.
We had a short flight to Portland; I’m not sure when their terminal opened but it could not have been too long ago, it has a very modern look and feel.
I made my way to the Horizon Air section of the terminal.
Along the way I looked out the window and saw the MAX light-rail station; MAX runs from the airport to downtown Portland. So, now that I know I can get downtown using public transportation, I want to do a mileage run to Portland that will give me enough time to leave the airport and go into town.
I had less than 25 minutes until my flight to Seattle, so I stayed by the Horizon Airlines gate. It did not take long before we boarded the Bombardier Q400 (DH4), also known as the Dash 4 for the 30 minute flight to SeaTac (SEA). Alaska Airlines has announced that they are no longer using commuter jets on their short routes, replacing them with the Dash 4. They say that the Dash 4 is quieter, creates less pollution, and uses less fuel than the jets they are replacing.
I had a seat behind the engine and thought I would have a good view, but no such luck. I didn’t realize how long the engine was; even though I was several rows behind the wing the engine still blocked most of my view. I did however get an interesting view of the landing gear during take-off, and then watched it retract into the wing
I was flying on a small plane on a short flight. Every seat on the plane was taken, but they still managed to provide beverage service that featured the normal water, soda, or juice, but also had complimentary beer and wine. And they gave us a small bag of pretzels too! There once was a time when all flights offered that service, but now, beverages are all we get, no snacks unless we want to buy them, an certainly no complimentary beer or wine in coach!
It didn’t take long before we were on final approach to SeaTac. Enjoy this video, watch how gently the landing gear touches the runway after being held just a few inches above it.
We taxied to the terminal and got off next to the SeaTac food court, home to some of the best plane spotting in the country. I didn’t have much time before I boarded my flight to San Jose, and I was hungry. I needed something quick, and chose Anthony’s Fish Bar where I ordered the same meal I had eaten earlier this year.
As always, I enjoyed the splendid view of flight operations from the SeaTac food court.
I ate my food as quickly as possible then made my way to my gate, N7. That was a new one to me, I normally flew in to an A or B gate. I followed the signs to the N gates, went down an escalator, and saw something that I had not seen before at SeaTac.
I had flown into SeaTac so many times, but never knew there was a train. It’s the only way to get to the North Satellite terminal from the main terminal.
I enjoyed the view from the terminal, but didn’t have much time to spare, my flight to San Jose boarded shortly after I got to the gate. I had one very big concern on this flight: I only had 33 minutes in San Jose to connect to my Austin flight. I hoped that the Austin leg would be on the same aircraft but a quick look at the schedule told me I was out of luck; the Austin flight originated in Portland and continued on to Austin.
I mentioned this to the flight attendants and they all said the same thing, “Don’t worry!” Fortunately, I was sitting in one of the first few rows of coach so I’d be able to get off the plane that much faster.
We had an uneventful flight to San Jose and thanks to a tail wind we arrived 5 minutes early. We came in at gate 26; when I got into the terminal I looked at the monitor and saw my Austin flight was at gate 27, it could not have been closer!
I had enough time to make a quick trip to the mens room, and then we boarded. The plane was not as full as the others had been, there were only two of us in my row, the middle seat was empty.
I was tired and slept most of the way to Austin, but I did manage to hear the credit card sales pitch that the flight attendants gave. If someone signs up for the Alaska Airlines Visa Signature® Card, once approved they will receive a bonus of 25,000 Mileage Plan miles. Next year on their membership anniversary they’ll get a coupon for a companion ticket to any Alaska Airlines destination for $99. After explaining all this, the flight attendants came down the aisle offering credit card applications — any passenger filling one out on the flight would receive an additional 5,000 bonus miles. This is a good deal; while Alaska is not part of a major alliance such a Oneworld or Star Alliance, they do have partnerships with several airlines including British Airways, Air France, Delta, and KLM, to name a few. Ther Mileage Plan miles are good for travel on any of those airlines. With all of those airlines to choose from you’ll be able to fly to almost any destination in the world.
The tail-wind that had helped on the previous flight must have been following us, we arrived in Austin 20 minutes early.
I was struck by how empty and quiet the terminal was, not the normal hustle and bustle I am accustomed to.
I got home from the airport shortly after midnight. This was one of those rare mileage runs where I would actually spend Saturday night in my own bed. It was a good day, I got home safely and earned almost 4,400 EQMs. The only bad part of the trip was the short layovers, my longest was one hour 25 minutes. I felt like I was always running from plane to plane and never really had the chance to sit and relax until I got on the plane. If I could have changed anything about the day, that would have been it.
All in all though, it was a good day. I earned the miles, did not have to take a red-eye, and got home safely. Like I said, it was a good day.