I’ll be hopping aboard Virgin America’s flight from SFO to Dulles in a few hours. Virgin’s the best airline in America so far as I’m concerned; it’s got Apple Computer-level quality control and attention to user-friendliness, and the overall design makes it feel like a nightclub in the sky. Put it this way: you order food at any time during the flight from the seatback touchscreen and they deliver it within minutes.
Sadly, I’ll be going from our comfortable 80-degree dry heat here in the East San Francisco Bay Area to a 115-degree swamp with oppressive humidity I’ve not felt since I lived in Maryland as a kid. I’m already getting flashbacks….
My traveling companion’s from Mumbai and occasionally mutters that Americans know nothing about stifling heat. I think he may be in for a surprise.
I’d planned on not venturing out of the convention’s air-conditioned hotel until after dark to go see the lighted monuments on Capitol Mall, but even that might not be comfortable now.
Plus, I can’t bring a firearm, can’t bring any knives, can’t even bring a multitool. Not fun.
We’ll have several hours to kill on Friday afternoon while we wait for our flight home. Aside from watching the panic ensue should the debt-ceiling increase not occur, I figure we might check out the Dulles hangar wing of the National Air & Space museum. Looks pretty awesome. Seeing the only Enterprise that’s actually flown would be pretty cool for this Trekker.
Look like scale models, don’t they? But they ain’t.
