Well I flew out to Ohio last night for an offsite meeting in Columbus. It was me and 2 other women, so it was a nice evening out. We ate at the Fish Market near the hotel, which was absolutely phenomenal (hands down, the best mussels I’ve ever had in my life. And they were free, since the appetizers took about 4 years to come to the table.) And then the hotel was excellent, and I slept like a rock. So that’s all wonderful, and I’m looking forward to my next trip (probably in a couple weeks.)
I’m not a nervous flier, but I’ve never been on such a small plane. I’m used to big 747s and Airbuses etc. This was an Embraer 140. 18 rows, I think, 3 seats across. Cramped to say the least. And I had my huge laptop bag/briefcase, stowed on my lap (because I didn’t realize I couldn’t do that, and it would fit neither below my seat nor in the overhead compartment.) And of course, I had the window seat on the right side of the plane, and halfway through I had to use the restroom, which meant waking up the poor guy next to me.
All that was fine, but the turbulence was a little bit of an experience for me. I’ve flown some long, turbulent flights before, but in such a small aircraft, it’s an entirely different experience. It seemed to me that I could feel every sideways scuttle and skid the plane made, which I really didn’t care for too much. And then, as we were coming in for a landing, I was caught off guard because I didn’t see the runway in advance. All I knew was that suddenly it felt as if the pilot had jammed on the brakes and we were hanging in the air. Felt like we were going way too slow to actually stay aloft, and I was looking at the houses below, wondering whose living room I would end up in, and did they have a cushy couch for me to land on?
Of course, I survived, though I am not sure I can say the same for the thigh of the guy sitting next to me. If anyone ever needs my DNA for something, just track the guy in 4B down and I’m sure you will be able to lift bits of fingernail from his femur.
But the prices here softened the blow quite a bit. Moving to Columbus is looking a lot more appealing every day. (And the office building is amazing! It’s like working in a mall.)
Anway, off to another meeting, done babbling.