Get Off My Plane

From an unnamed university in the greater San Francisco Bay Area...

Sorry I didn't post yesterday; I was actually down in LA for a Slobs reunion. Well, technically I was there for a conference and to do some outreach to other universities, but the highlight of my trip was drinking keg beer with K.

Anyway, the conference was boring, the outreach was okay, the aforementioned keg beer was awesome, but the coolest part of my trip was watching AIR FORCE ONE land in LAX yesterday evening. Yeah, dude, Air Force One! It was carrying THE PRESIDENT. POTUS. El jefe. Maybe Michelle, too, I don't know. It was so exciting.

Usually, I hate LAX the most. Not just the most of any airport, but really the most of all places that exist (yes, I've been to Hartsfield, O'Hare and De Gaulle. But I'm there so infrequently it just doesn't compare.). The Southwest terminal is the worst. It's impossible to find a good place to sit, there's no delicious food, and the bathrooms are super gross. I dread it every time I fly there, but for some reason yesterday seemed charmed. I breezed through security, found a seat close to an outlet to charge my iPhone and they've installed a PINKBERRY in the food court. What could be better?

Seeing freaking Air Force One. I am a HUGE presidential geek. I spent a quarter in DC back in college and fell in love with all things POTUS. I love "The West Wing" (and, if I'm being totally honest, in my mind, the plane I saw was carrying President Bartlet and all my favorite staffers. What up, CJ?), I love the official seal, I love "Hail to the Chief". It was fantastic.

Now I'm back to the regular old, no-President-sighting-life. You know, having ham and coffee for breakfast, sleeping past the time I'm supposed to be at work and dreaming up ways to torture the guys next door. Hail to the Chief, indeed.