So I had an experience on my flight today I won’t soon forget. But let’s rewind a bit.
Yesterday’s 6:15am wakeup call was a little painful (mostly because I stayed up way too late watching Lost), but I pulled myself together and got out the door for the 7am cab to the airport. I ended up bringing oatmeal with me for breakfast and just asked for hot water from the place where I got my coffee and some fruit to supplement it, and it worked out great.
The oatmeal itself was just OK – I much prefer my regular steel cut oats, but this worked out in a pinch (and was much cheaper/healthier than the breakfast options at the airport).
Fun fact about me: I always request window seats on planes because I tend to sleep really easily and like to lean again the window if there isn’t a headrest. I got into my seat and was a pretty happy camper.
This usually works out nicely, except after drinking the coffee and water pictured above, I inevitably had to use the restroom at some point during the four hour flight.
The man seated next to me in the middle seat was a bit older and didn’t seem to speak English too well. So, when I asked him if I could get up, he just pushed his legs slightly to the side so I had to literally climb over him to get out. Slightly awkward, but ok.
After I got back to my seat and climbed back over him again, some time passed before the man put his head up against the seat in front of him. I wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but the guy seated in the aisle seat next to him got a horrified look on his face. He grabbed a barf bag to hand to the older man and while he took it, he didn’t even attempt to use it and proceeded to start vomiting DIRECTLY onto the floor and seat of the plane right next to me!
I jumped up on my seat with both my feet and started freaking out a bit from the smell/sound, as the guy continued to barf all over the floor and his seat. He refused to get up, so I had to climb out behind him to get away, despite the offers from the people in the row behind us for me to jump over the back of my seat. Ha.
I mean no one wants to throw up on a plane, so I felt bad for the guy, but come on. At least TRY to use a barf bag! Yuck.
The flight attendants were very accommodating and moved both me and the guy in the aisle into exit row seats, which was nice. Even though it was a center seat, I had much more leg room and no one throwing up on me. Win-win.
So that was fun.
Luckily, the second leg of my flight was a lot less eventful no one was even in the middle seat of my row. I slept almost the entire 2 hours of the flight, so it flew by. Pun intended.
In the end, it was all worth it because Sacramento is GORGEOUS.
It was 74, sunny, and clear when I arrived; a 180 from the weather in DC! The hotel I’m staying at is almost like a campus and there’s even a pond with a fountain in the middle of it.
The rooms themselves are quite spacious and have a sleep number beds. I’m still working on figuring out my number, but tonight is my last night to experiment since I head to San Francisco after the course tomorrow!
This is only my second time ever in California, and my first time in Sacramento. Both time I’ve come here the weather wins me over and makes me not want to go back to DC!
Do you prefer window or aisle seats? Why? (Or center, but then you’re just strange. )