I left my house at 3 am this morning and headed for the Kansas City International Airport, bound for Baltimore. I booked my trip on Continental, despite the dismal reviews I found on them. I figure most folks won’t take the time to write a nice review of something, but almost everyone will take the opportunity to complain.
Another selling point was Continental’s bragging point of having the newest fleet in air travel. I liked the sound of that.
So I pulled up to the Continental check in, said goodbye to my wife, and little Jacob, and went inside. I had my itinerary with me as I approached the self checkin and attempted to check myself in. From the get go, there was an issue. Even the ticket agent had a hard time. Then he realized the problem. I was flying United.
It turns out that while I booked on Continental, they chartered the flight with United, and I was in the wrong terminal. I grabbed by bags and headed for the curb to catch a bus to Terminal A.
Once I got there, it was smooth sailing.
The flight from KC to Chicago was short, and I slept through the bulk of it. But then I had an hour and a half layover that grew to over two hours while I waited for my ride to arrive from New York. Eventually, I boarded and was off to Baltimore.
Once at Baltimore, I was on my own. I had to get on the MARC train to DC and I had no idea how to find it. But I did. Here’s a clue: follow the signs. I had to take another bus to the train station, which was similar to Professor Snape’s classroom. I purchased my ticket to DC and grabbed a seat. After an hour, it was time to board the train.
The MARC train took me to Union Station in Washington, DC. After getting off that train, I had to find another. Somewhere was the Metro Red Line to Chinatown, and there stood my brother. Again, follow the signs. I purchased fare for the train and headed underground.
Where I sat…again.
The Metro rolled up after about 15 minutes and I was off again. It was only two stops to Chinatown and standing at the top of the escalators was my brother. We then talked and walked the distance back to his work. I couldn’t help but notice the snow piled up everywhere. It’s hard to believe that it’s still as bad as it is. But then, they haven’t been hammered like this in decades, so it’s a bit understandable.
Tomorrow, I’ll slug to the Metro, ride for a while, walk for a while and then, RFC Radio makes it’s broadcast debut at CPAC. I am privileged to be a part of it. Look for us on Radio Row. I’m the one with the giant head and the nicest hair. I also have a spot on Blog Row this year. Yep, I don’t have to crash it like last year. There are supposed to be around 100 bloggers there. I’m looking forward to shaking them all down for Bloglines interviews.
But that’s tomorrow. Tonight, I’m looking forward to talking with my brother some more and to some Five Guys.
