The round trip to/from Houston was pretty painless.
Continental — which would have been the second big carrier at DIA during the initial plans, which came to a screeching halt when they filed for bankruptcy, leaving us to the tender mercies of a United monopoly — did a nice job, but the flights both directions were only half full at best. In both cases, at check-in, I was able to commandeer an exit row seat, including one without a seat in front of it. Leggy …
My scoffing at bottles o’ stuff came back to bite me slightly on my departure. It was a slow night at DIA, so not only did TSA Guy #1 wait for me to pass through the magnetometer and almost get to my stuff before asking me to go back through but this time run the paperback book in my pocket through the X-Ray, but TSA Guy #2 spotted the Forgotten Bag o’ Bottles in my suitcase and searched the whole thing for … stuff. I apologized for neglecting to pull out the bag, and he let me pass.
Thank goodness I wasn’t carrying a violin.
As it was, I almost left my book there, though. Noticed it just as I was about to get on the train to the concourse.
If I didn’t mention it last time, there’s a Ben & Jerry’s going in at Concourse B, and also a Paradise Bakery & Cafe. There’s a B&J going in at A, too. They’re actually getting some decent eateries at DIA.
I also didn’t mention that Frontier has expanded their footprint in the terminal building significantly, occupying almost an entire section on the East side, with many, many, many more kiosks as well. Reaction to the the Blizzards of ’06? Or a sign of success?
I’ll also note with pride that I finished the crossword. In ink. With only one partial scratch-out. Ta-dah.
Continental fed me a small sandwich and associated goodies going and coming. Nothing to write home about, but not horrid, either, and a definite uptick from a bag of pretzels or mixed salty bits.
Not bad, from a travel perspective. And we let out early, so rather than getting home at Midnight, I was home by 8:30p. Huzzah!