Hello from Oregon! I feel earthier already.
We drove up to LAX early this morning and parked at the Custom Hotel.
I’m always in charge of finding long-term parking and being the cheapwad that I am, I always get the dumpiest, crappiest places. Like you know they’re five-fingering parts off your car while you’re gone.
But the husband was tired of the long shuttle waits, sketchy areas and bad service (random fees and charges without explanations, no receipts, etc) so last night I booked parking that wasn’t the very cheapest but not the most expensive either.
(I just Google “cheap LAX parking” and check out the different deals).
I found parking at the hotel near the airport and while we were waiting for the shuttle, we saw all these TV contestants and directors in the lobby.
I asked the front desk what was going on, but the lady was really vague and said that they were filming something but not at the hotel itself. Thanks, lady, that really helps. How am I supposed to become an international film star if you don’t give me more information?!
So I took an awkward bathroom shot, the very best part about traveling. Second best is when you match the bathroom stalls. boom.
We made it to the airport and said our goodbyes since we were in different terminals.
By the way, I don’t know if it was just a random one timer, but the Virgin America terminal had zero security lines. The hus flew United and called it “Turdfest 2012” so I’m guessing he had a slightly longer wait than I did.
You know you’re at Los Angeles International when entire walls are movie promos:
And when you see Renee Zellweger going through security:
Just kidding, I pulled that pic from Google.
I boarded my Virgin flight club and immediately ordered VIP bottle service and asked the DJ to play some tunes. Pop the Dom, baby.
I’m just easily impressed by bright overhead lights.
Score that no one sat next to me. I guess Virgin just started flying to Portland so they weren’t too busy.
Or maybe I’m just so ballin’ that I purchased both seats.
Or maybe no one likes me.
Another sweet perk: outlets underneath the seats.
My laptop has a jank battery that only lasts an hour so I wasn’t even planning to turn it on, but once I saw the strong man, the tattoo and the outlets, mind was changed.
I’m too cheap to buy the GoGo Inflight internet, but with Windows Live Writer you can pre-write blog posts and then post them later whenever you have internet.
I spent the flight watching Million Dollar Listing and pretending I too owned a $15 million property just to lease, but I miss Chad and Victoria and Starley Cakes. Chad tweeted me once; yeah, it was one of the best days of my life.
The only bummer about the flight was that there weren’t any (free) snacks: no nuts, pretzels or caviar on toast points. Don’t you know who I am?! Don’t you know who tweets me?!
Guess I’m not as high class as I thought… I’m gonna go buy some new clothes at the Dollar Store or something. No, scratch that, the .99 Store.