AC/DC

Not really sure what the title has to do with anything but it was the only catchy thing I could come up with for Washington, D.C.

We had a celebrity the other night on the way to Washington. Her name was Omarosa and she was on The Apprentice. She had a "reputation" on the show, and apparently she had one on the plane too. I was working in Steerage, so I had no contact with her really. She made her mother sit in Coach though.

We had a kid sitting behind her blow chunks all over his seat after dinner, and it must have grossed her a bit because she got up and went to sit back by her mother.

After getting to DC, we settled into our rooms. Apparently, the clock radio was set an hour fast, so thinking I was getting up at 5:30am this morning, imagine my surprise when stepping out of the shower, and noticing my cell phone said 4:45am. Once I got over having a pity party for myself, I finished getting ready and went to a diner next to the hotel for a big greasy breakfast.

We had an absent minded passenger today. She checked her bag and then was not there when the flight closed out. So they start to search luggage, searching for her bag in the belly when she shows up. She was sitting at the wrong gate (duh!). Then we have her on our next flight home and I'll be damned if she didn't leave her fancy pashmina scarf in her seat. I think the poor thing would lose her head if it wasn't connected.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I'll be celebrating with my family tomorrow. This will be our first Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving in more than 10 years.

Gobble Gobble!

Phoenix.... ho hum.

November is National Blogger Month (so my friend Jessica told me on my last trip) so I am trying to write more in the blog even if it isn't that exciting. This would be one of those entries. I am on a 3 day trip and tonight we are in Phoenix. We got here this afternoon, and it is in the 90's (but it's a dry heat). The whole crew slam-clicked (meaning they stayed in their rooms) so I did my own thing. I went and had a good workout. Then went across the street to a restaurant called "The Matador" and had a beer at the bar while I waited for my take out. There was a woman there complaining about her flight in this afternoon and how terrible the airlines are, and then of course she asks me what I am in town for, so I told her I was here for a Watch convention. I grabbed my order of seafood enchiladas and went back to my room. All in all, an uneventful, but boring day.

Viva Las Vegas.... Leaving Las Vegas

I picked up a 2-day Las Vegas trip for $50 from another flight attendant. At first I was pretty psyched about it because the stew I would be working with up in First was Jessica, and I had not seen her in years. The last time we flew together she was like a thousand months pregnant and now her son is 2 years old!

However, a gentle reminder to all of you.... Leaving for Las Vegas on a Friday night is like taking 170 people for try outs on the Jerry Springer show. It was a rough group, both in appearance and temperament. The highlight being the 80 lb. woman with her new husband (who was easily twice her age). She was dressed in this bright pink, almost neon-like outfit and she was already making a scene out in the departure lounge. She and her new hubby were on their way to LAS for their honeymoon. She walks onto the airplane and blows kisses to the FO. I try to go back to talk to her about her behavior, but the husband won't let her answer. She's in "party mode" he tells me. In the end, we had a Passenger Service supervisor talk to her on the jetbridge. The next thing we know, she is screaming at him and then comes back on the plane and tries to get into the cockpit so they can "call the police". Needless to say, they did not make flight with us. The last we saw of her, she was trying to walk up the jetbridge back into the terminal.

The flight was just full of loons though. Jessica is one of those people I just click with at work, so we had fun with ourselves yet were speedy and efficient. I think our folks in First enjoyed that except for a couple that had a temper tantrum because we ran out of sparkling wine. They told us our food was "disgusting" and refused service from us for the rest of the flight (we were just devastated, don't you know).

--Funny side story, as we were landing, we found the other sparkling wine splits we forgot we had..... oh well :)

After a short layover, it was up early to fly home, then turn around back to LAS, before going home again. We did have an interesting passenger on the way home. He was quite possibly the tallest man I have ever had on the airplane, coming in at 6'11. To give you an idea of his size, I took his picture standing next to Jessica, who is average in height for a woman. A cool guy, and he did not ever mind that I took his picture. Luckily they gave him the exit row by the 2L door.