Saying bye to Ojai. Nene and I found this in a magazine (I forget what it was advertising), but it certainly fit our vacation.
I’m not sure if I overhyped the buffalo wings at the Veggie Grill, but either way, Nene and Steven had their first Veggie Grill experience while we were on our way to drop Nene off at the airport.
Nene’s Koreatown tacos.
My turkey dinner sandwich.
Mumsey’s Bombay bowl.
Steven’s Sonoran bowl and Daddy’s cheeseburger and fries.
When they started boarding my plane back to Salt Lake City they announced that they board by rows. “We’ll start with first class, rows 1-6.” I looked at my boarding pass and it said “1A.” My first instinct was to go ask the front desk if there had been some mistake, then I thought I’d just give it a try and see if they’d let me board with first class. They did! Once I was on the plane, I realized that seat 1A is indeed first class, a large leather seat on the first row. I sat in it and waited for someone to come kick me out, and when no one did I texted my dad to tell him that Alaska Airlines had put me in first class. He informed me that it was intentional! He’d found a way to get me a first class seat for a coach price. So I sat back and enjoyed.
Ultimately no one came to sit in the seat next to me, so I drank both our Dasani water bottles. (They have them sitting on the arm rest when you board the plane.)
The first class flight attendant comes by and takes your dinner order. When she found out I was vegetarian she said she could create a meal for me. It was couscous salad with a delicious collection of sides and a chocolate for dessert. I forgot how enjoyable a flight can be when a meal is involved.
Leaving Los Angeles.
Welcome back to Salt Lake City.