Dear all American airline companies:
I hope you eat burning feces in Hell.
In case you were wondering, the trip to Seattle wasn't so good. Once we GOT there, it was spectacular. Better, in fact. Orcas Island, where we stayed Friday and Saturday night for the wedding, is breathtakingly gorgeous. Mountains, forests, beautiful, glassy waters that you can see straight to the bottom of. Quaint little towns that serve food that made me want to swoon. Friday night we went to a "Paella party" at one of the beaches, where someone cooked a gigantic cast-iron pan of paella - enough to feed over 50 people. It, also, made me want to swoon.
Saturday I ate Salmon Benedict for breakfast. It came with avocado, and I'm weeping thinking about it right now. Then we walked around a bit, then Mrs. TK and I and another couple of friends went kayaking, where we saw seals and roughly 2,000 starfish of varying colors and sizes. I also got to leap off big rocks into the ocean. That night was the wedding, which was also lovely - picturesque, fun, and more good food and drink.
So overall, the time there was amazing. The time getting there, however... not so much. I don't want to get into it too much, because it will make me seethe with rage and begin biting people's faces... which is what I do when I think about air travel in general. But allow me to sum it up with one simple fact:
We were leaving from Boston, MA. Flying to Seattle, Washington.
We spent seven (SEVEN!) hours... in Greensboro, South Carolina. Why, you ask? That's an excellent question. The answer, of course, is because THERE IS A GOD WHO IS AN EVIL, MALEVOLENT BASTARD AND HE CURSES MY EVERY WAKING FUCKING MOMENT.
Door to door, the trip out there took about 15-16 hours. I wanted to kill everyone around me. Then bring them back from the dead so I could kill them again.
Anyway. I've got some pictures that I'll post later.
By the way, I'm doing the "Pajiba Love" daily bit over at Pajiba this week, since Stacey's on vacation. Take a look if you've got a moment. Click here for today's.