London to LA
In any case, it was a delight to see our friends, and enjoy a really good sort of nouveau Indian meal which rocked. After nearly a month of Spanish food, we were delighted to try some Indian, and while Indian food is a bit different in the UK, this was even more different, with cool riffs on several old favorites.
I & M were kind enough to drive me in to Heathrow the next morning, at what I thought was the bright and early hour of 7AM. For me, it'd be a real hardship to be up at 7AM to drive some guests around -- alas, for I & M it was a hardship to wait until 7AM to start out, as they usually awaken at 5AM. Yow.
Because we'd waited so long to leave, the normally quick jaunt turned into an hour-and-a-half misery, inching through traffic lights a few cars at a time. Yow, just like home! I was certainly grateful to I & M for braving that traffic and going late to work just to get my lazy ass to the airport.
Once there, I kicked back, had a typically heavy English breakfast, and geeked for a bit. Wireless in the international departure lounge was an unconscionable five pounds an hour, so I just didn't bother.
Once on the plane, I was delighted to discover that the entertainment system had TiVo-like features, so that I could chose from 30 or 40 different movies, plus a bunch of TV, and start and stop the show at any time. Woo hoo -- I've never had a flight go so quickly!
Unfortunately, I let me fat-fingered-vulgarian flag fly, and watched "Hitch", "Electra", and "The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou". They had some up-market stuff on there, too, but it seemed simply too ridiculous to try to really appreciate "Hotel Rwanda" or "Melinda and Melinda" with a small screen and iffy sound.
I arrived in LA to find that it was cooler and more comfortable (71F) than London! Yow, now that's a switch! After a ridiculous two hours on a jitney to Union Station, my train ran an hour late due to a breakdown by a previous train. I was kinda happy to be home!