CHS to DFW to LA

Charleston
I got to the airport with the weather getting nastier and nastier. I figured we'd be ok though, as there wasn't too much wind gusting around. Take off was smooth with a 25 or so degree bank to the left around 5k feet. I took a couple pictures of the clouds while listening to the old Rach 3. Turned out to be a smooth flight with no real complications. The clouds were magnificent and a joy to look at.





It had been quite awhile since I had listened to Rachmaninoff's (or nov's) 3rd piano concerto. I can say with quite certainty that it still moves me like it did so many years ago when I first discovered it. I've seen it performed live numerous times and I'm always able to close my eyes and visualize the artists tackling this pieces.

I have to say that I was quite elated when the pilot came on and said we would be landing at 1410. I looked at my watch and it was 1315. We had only been in the air about an hour. For a 3 hour flight, we must have really had a strong tailwind.. lol.
I, uh, didn't take in the time zone change. I figured that out all on my own when we were still flying at 36k feet at 1430. About 100 miles from the airport we began to make our descent. Landing was solid with a slight gust of wind that pushed us a bit off to the right of center line for landing. As we were taxing to the gate, we passed by a Boeing 777. Those engines are absolutely massive.
DFW
I didn't have much time in DFW so I didn't take any pictures. Only grabbed a personal pan pizza from pizza hut and a Budweiser. It was made very clear to me by the teenager serving me that I was not allowed to leave the diner with the Budweiser in hand. Yes sir...

We left out of DFW in a 757 around 1422 LA time. I was sat in seat 28c next to an older couple who didn't really seem to enjoy the thought of having me there. The gentlemen had already laid claim to the entire armrest making sure to use some of his extra skin to spill over into my seat. Please purchase two seats next time.

The flight was good for the most part except in the beginning after we had passed 10k feet and the seat belt light chimed off, the air coming out of the vents turned to heat. One man two seats up and across the aisle in the aisle seat made sure to send out numerous glares to the flight attendants while simultaneously reaching up with his right hand to feel the hot air. It will be OK bro, it will be ok. He was an older white guy who was wearing white Puma shoes, white low cut socks, Khaki shorts with a blue t-shirt tucked in. He wore no belt. He had brown hair that was beginning to show gray. Small wire glasses framed him face while he used his Iphone and in-ear headphones to watch a movie.

I'm also quite certain that VHS was still being used on this plane, that or the tvs were just that old.



A fraternity "bro" of mine picked me up from the airport. We crashed at his place after having a nice little dinner by the beach. We held hands.
Here's Carlos the dog. He held my hand as well. He also tried to impregnate me.
I tried my hardest to give him a love child, but alas it wasn't meant to be.