They Should Have Stayed In Bankruptcy

I may never be as good at flight blogging as my good buddy B-side, but I had to voice my displeasure of the first leg of my flight while returning to the friendly confines of upstate NY.

So, fuck Northwest Airlines. They have a few good things going for them, such as flight to my the little airport near my hometown that only takes one stop from LAX. The rest is a fucking joke. For example, I was at check in and noticed I could upgrade my seat to "Coach Exit Row Plus" or some shit like that for $25. If you have legs as long as mine, you really jump on a chance like that. I get to my seat on the plane, and my seat is the exact same thing as the rest of coach. I am BEHIND the exit row, not in an exit row. What the hell is that? A complete rip off.

And what about my plane? Well, it appears that Northwest got out of bankruptcy by neglecting upgrades to the flight. I'm starting to think they saved money on seating by using used upholstery from taxi cabs. And how about that IFE? Oh right. IT DOESN'T EXIST. OK, not completely true. They do have several audio channels to choose from, but there is no movie. I don't like watching movies on airplanes, and I'm not expecting LCDs in every seat, but there should at least be something going on here.

At least the flight attendants appear to know what the hell they are doing. There is this one guy who looks like a gayer, thinner Phillip Seymour Hoffman, or at least a gayer version of Brandt, his character from the Big Lebowski. As for the passengers, the people around me seem decent enough. The three girls sitting in front of me are cute, but they are typical LA, dressed so originally in their leggings and boots. I can talk to their types when I get back home in a week. I do like the girl sitting next to me, but she is married. However, i think she stole a copy of the New Yorker from first class, so I'll give her some props for that.

The best part of the night was the airport bar. Met a massage therapist/actress on her way back to Canada. We shared a table because there wasn't a lot off room left in the bar. She made the wait before my flight got off the ground bearable. And she has her own line of massage essentials. Check her out at Essences of Erika.