January 31, 2009
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Friday, January 30
Friday rolled around and my parents took me back to airport for my return flight on AirTran. The line at security at the airport was shorter than I’d ever seen it in Orlando. I mentioned it to one of the TSA agents and she said “sshhhh…. you’ll jinx it”. I got on the tram and headed for terminal B. I got a couple of shots on the way. N931DL– an MD88:
The Orlando tower:
I had a little time to walk around the terminal and I got a bunch of pics:
There were a bunch of international carriers at the Terminal:
Finally it was time to board. I was on a 717 to Atlanta which was kind of a treat because I’ve only been on them a couple of times in Hawaii. My ride:
Airtran 831 MCA-ATL Dep 3:55 Arr 5:22 717-200
Much fresher faced flight crew than on my way over. The 717′s seem to be much nicer on the inside than the newer 737′s. The seats were definitely thicker and, I think, a little more comfortable. Seat fabric wasn’t as cheap looking and the tray tables weren’t as flimsy as on the Recaro seats on the 737′s. Passengers seemed about the same calliber– a little trashy. Note the sequined mouse eared headband the woman two rows up from me is wearing. Also note that she was at least 70. One of the female flight attendents borrowed it and was parading up and down the aisle in it before the flight was over. I thought that was awesome.
View of the Virgin Atlantic 747 when we pushed back:
Cabin view in flight. I really like the 717′s. I think it’s a shame they stopped making them.
View of Atlanta as we approached:
Close up of downtown:
Delta in line for takeoff:
My plane to San Francisco left from the same gate I came in on (but not the same aircraft). I got some dinner and took a few pics:
Airtran 57 ATL_SFO Dep 6:45 Arr 9:10 737-700
We were on a 737 to San Francisco. The flight attendents were really, really gay. Even by my standards. Bless their hearts. Service was to a high standard. There was a drink service and then it seemed that they were walking around with water and coffee every thirty minutes or so. They were great.
The passengers were the same motley collection that I’d come to expect on an airtran flight. The guy sitting next me kept is ipod at an audible volume to me the entire flight which made it impossible to sleep. I read the comic books I’d gotten in Kissimmee and tried to ignore it. And it was bad taste in music. Stacy Q?? What the fuck?? And he was totally rocking out to it. Complete with hand movements. I hope he was on drugs. It would have been marginally less pathetic. When we landed I advised him to invest in better headphones.
Mr. Poe came and collected me and took me home to my dogs who missed me very much. Everybody needed a lot of kisses and then I went to bed.
