And so my brief trip to San Diego comes to a close. But what a way to leave! On the Pacific Coastliner, which chugs along the... well... along the Pacific Coast (original name, right?) Farewell, San Diego. You will be missed. Not immediately, as I will be living poshly at the Standard Downtown in LA for the evening. But Friday morning when I crawl off the red eye from LAX into low-teens weather.
Then you will be missed.
Business class on a train is silly. It's 20 bucks more than regular passage, and the key difference is slightly more leg room (okay, considering my ridiculously long legs, that's a bonus). There's also an outlet for my laptop (not bad, not bad). Oh, and we got a high-class snack pack which features spreadable bree and some french oatmeal raisin cookie.
Did I mention that I'm on a wireless modem card? This is sweet. Thank God I don't have one of my own, or I'd never get anything done.
Okay. Gonna do some work. I'll be in LA by 9 my time, midnight my real time. And just about the time that I get used to the time change, I'll be back, shivering, and miserable in Screw York.
Ahh business travel. Bittersweet, my friends. Bittersweet.
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