2004

By the time I woke up those that had spent the night were already gone. So it was just Craig, Julie, and I. While I was waiting for Craig and Julie to get up, I used Craig’s computer to log into my computer and work on my weekly finances.

The three of us cleaned up Craig’s house from the mess that was generated from the party last night. Julie and I swept up the confetti stuff that the silly little New Year’s poppers generate.

After all of the cleaning Craig start cooking breakfast. He was making breakfast tacos (homemade)! I love breakfast tacos and never get an opportunity to eat them in Atlanta since no restaurants make them.

He fixed up a batch of scrambled eggs, bacon, onions, green peppers, and potato. After toasting the flour tortillas, I spread some butter on them and then sprinkled cheese on top of the taco. I had three. They were very good and I was stuffed.

We didn’t do a whole lot for the next few hours but around 2:15pm Craig and Julie took me to the airport. I was there pretty early so I took my time. I noticed a long line for security.

The San Antonio airport does their security really wacky. When you approach the snake barriers at the front of the line near the metal detectors, you have to show your boarding pass and photo ID to a non-TSA guy before you can go any further. Then, once you get to the front of the line (you are stuck in the snake barrier thing the whole time), you have to once again show your boarding pass and photo ID to another non-TSA guy who then lets you walk up to the metal detectors (and then you deal with TSA).

Maybe it’s just me but there seems to be a glaring inefficiency with this system. Why are they checking your ID both at the end of the line and at the front of the line? It’s baffling. The only explanation I have is that this non-TSA security company has some contract with the airport (maybe they are a union - that would explain the wacky inefficiencies) and now that TSA is in place, they have nothing better to do other than multiple, redundant, and time-wasting photo ID checks.

To my great surprise I got the last seat in first class. I was a bit disappointed that we never got hot towels - that’s one thing I look forward to in first class. The beverage service was pretty slim too; they only came around once or twice once we were air born. If I was a paying passenger who just spent a lot of money on first class, I would feel pretty ripped off.

On the plane ride home I read book 9 of the wheel of time series. It’s a particular good part where Rand is confronted by his three girlfriends and they are all strangely happy to share him among themselves. They ‘bond’ him as their warder which means that they can feel anything he’s feeling all of the time.

As we got close to Atlanta, the sun set and I snapped a photo out of the window: