My wife and I got back from the all expenses paid trip to the Sasquatch Music Festival at The Gorge Amphitheatre in George, Washington early Wednesday morning. It was a really exhausting 5 days, but I am so glad we experienced it.
I am going to recap the trip with a post covering each day, because so much awesomeness was crammed into so little time.
May 23, 2013
We arrived at Logan International Airport at the ungodly hour of six o’clock in the morning. Oh, I realize that six AM is not early for a teeny tiny majority of you people out there. But for the least of us it’s like, “What?! That time actually exists? I thought it was just an old wives tale used to scare small children into doing the Lord’s bidding and such”.
But it does exist and it’s ugly and I don’t want to talk about it any further as it infuriates me ever so much. But I shall continue on, for you. Dear sweet reader.
We were flying out at eight o’clock on Alaskan Airlines to Seattle-Tacoma, and that only took like six and a half hours. Which is roughly three and a half hours longer than I have spent on a plane before. We flew coach, which didn’t feel “very important personish” to me. I’ve always envisioned VIP’s as flying first class. But maybe that’s just the burden I bear from watching one too many episodes of Gilligan’s Island. Damn you and your spend foolish ways, Thurston Howell the Third!!
I don’t understand why other airlines don’t follow Jet Blues lead and install televisions in all the seats. Talk about an opiate for the masses. It make the whole experience that more enjoyable. Alaskan Airlines doesn’t have a television in the seat, but they have handheld video players that you can rent for $10. There are seven or eight new release movies and some television shows downloaded onto them, so it’s a pretty good deal.
Of course they only take credit cards and not cash. Probably because they don’t want to get robbed during the flight. Then the flight attendant would have to sit there with the robber while the plane taxied to the terminal, making small talk while waiting for the captain to turn off the seatbelt sign so the robber could escape. That would suck. I mean what would you talk about, besides the armed robbery?
I rented two players, one for myself and one for my lovely wife Nicole. She said, “Why don’t we just share one?”, and I said,”My sweet beautiful baby lady gets her own video player, as long as it only costs me no more than ten American dollars!”. I can be quite charming when the price is reasonable.
We watched Oz the Great and Powerful and Life of Pi on the trip. I thought Oz was pretty good, although I dozed a little during it. I know it didn’t get great reviews, but I dig Daniel Desario and Jackie Burkhart, so I’ll watch it again at home. Life of Pi was also interesting. But I didn’t know it involved a sinking ship. I don’t think any movie with a serious accident involving the death of people should be allowed on a plane, if I can’t bring more than three ounces of fucking liquid on there.
We got to Seattle-Tacoma International Airport a little early. Which was nice, because I didn’t think our original three and a half hour layover was going to be enough time to enjoy all the airport had to offer. There was that gift shop I really wanted to see, and then that other gift shop, too. We ate at a place called Alaska Lodge that had three things on the menu and none of them seemed appealing. But turning down a mediocre $12 chicken sandwich has never been my strong suit. So I had to do it.
One of the great additions to airports has been the charging stations for portable electronics. It’s nice to be able to watch a movie on Netflix or something to make the time pass by without draining your battery. It’s also good if the airport gift shop runs out of your favorite skin mag and you have to masturbate at the airport the old-fashioned way. With internet porn. Like God and the Wright Brothers and Al Gore intended.
When our wait was up, we walked out on the tarmac to a prop plane for the 35-40 minute flight to Wenatchee. We boarded and took our seats. I would like to go on record as saying that I think that prop planes suck. I don’t want to be able to see the engine stop. Some secrets are meant to be kept all the way to the ground. At least with a jet plane the captain can just make jet noises over the intercom right up until the point of impact.
The couple in front of us were stowing their bags in the overhead compartment when Nicole said, “They have Bose tags on their luggage too”. My lady is wicked perceptive.
Amy and Joe are from Nebraska and won the contest to have lunch with the group Capital Cities. They were booked at the same hotel as us and we hit it off from the get go.
When we landed in Wenatchee and got off the plane we all went outside the little airport to smoke a butt. Because I’m a vacation smoker now. I ripped butts all long-weekend long.
Don’t worry, I already quit again.
We made the eight mile drive to the Holiday Inn Express and checked in. It was a nice, clean place, and the staff at the front desk were very friendly. But not in one of those creepy, “I’m a serial killer and I’m going to fool my victims into thinking we’re best friends before I skin them alive for my sexual pleasure” ways. Which is a good thing. I think.
There’s a Wendy’s restaurant located right in front of the hotel, so we got some food to bring back to the hotel. I usually don’t eat fast food, you know, because I don’t trust teenagers to handle foodstuffs in a safe and hygienic fashion. But I was pretty hungry since it had been forever since that mediocre $12 chicken sandwich. So I rolled the dice on a Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger, hold the DNA.
Then we settled in for the night to rest our weary travelers bones in preparation for Day one of the Sasquatch Music Festival.
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