Today is all about waiting and watching the weather. José is now a tropical storm but in the area. My flight is about 7pm so I’m hoping by then all the worst will be at sea and I can leave on time. Still with the checkout at the hotel at 11am, I am looking at a solid 7 hours at Logan Internaitional airport.
I kind of like airports. Most of them are like malls with tons of convenience stores spread throughout. But 7 hours is a long time at the mall or Kwik-E-Mart, right? That’s where the airport lounge comes in. The past two years I have paid for a Delta Sky Club membership. For me, it has been more than worth it even if I don’t have crazy long layovers. Why, I have probably gotten my money’s worth in booze alone.
I know that there are tons of people online who advise against drinking while flying. Whatever, I’m not the pilot. If you do, just be sure you have an aisle seat and stay hydrated. Also, if you don’t know how to drink, then don’t. If they have to return to the airport to haul you off to jail, they will bill you. At the very least your lawyer will bill you and that suddenly changes the financials on your lounge membership.
If all goes well, I’ll be in Paris in the morning and checking out their airport amenities and lounges and trying to summon up the very little French I learned in high school so long, long ago. “Feuille de papier”, “pomme de terre”, and “je suis desole” are all I can remember for some reason. “I’m sorry” seems useful, but I’m not sure what I’m going to get accomplished with a sheet of paper and a potato.