I won what?
Over the weekend, I got a chance to party with one of my shippers, VIP Transport. A fun time was had by all at the Fox Sports Grill as VIP Transport celebrated their Silver Anniversary.
They flew me down with “My Wife” (or was it?), rented us a car, put us up in a hotel, and had a big party, just for me. The weekend was pretty exciting, starting with Oakland International Airport.
We were flew out of Oakland on Southwest Airlines, who has the entire second terminal. Security through Terminal 2 usually takes 30 to 60 minutes. We zipped on over to Terminal 1 and walked through security. Sure, we had to wait for the family ahead of us to take the shoes off their kids, but we pretty much walked through security. Sweet! Then we had to walk all the way around the terminal to the last gate in Terminal 2. Under Southwest’s new open seating/organized preboarding system, we got to sit in the third row, which was obviously First Class seating! Lucky for me, Bob Uecker wasn’t on the plane.
Our arrival to John Wayne Airport was a shock for me. The last time I was there, it was just a big parking lot, a shack, and a ladder to climb into the airplanes. If I remember correctly, you even had to load your own luggage on the baggage cart. So we got off the plane and walked down to the baggage claim area. A sign on “baggage claim device 1″ had our flight. Remember when they used to be a carousel? I guess some dumb ass rode on one and got hurt. Now, it is a “device.” Anyway, the baggage claim stopped. The bags were delivered to “Baggage Claim Device 2.” So by the time we got over there, the only bags on the “device” were ours, so we collected them and walked over to the car rental window.
And that’s when it hit me. I was in the OC. Home of some of the hottest women in the country. Of course, it’s also home to the women who are in their 40’s who wear workout clothes—a J–Lo suit—immaculate makeup, and the fancy jewelry. They were playing tennis, but in perfect makeup and all dolled up. It’s like a porno but without the sex. So anyway, we got our car, and had less than 5,000 miles. Whoo-hoo! A new car. And with unlimited miles, we probably could have done some real damage to the Southern California countryside, but the fires have probably done enough.
So we drove the quarter mile to the hotel, where I got a free upgrade to a Sleep Number bed. I can see how it is a beneficial bed. But for us snugglers, it’s not worth the effort. I had my side up to a firm 60, and “the wife” had hers at a cushy 30. When I rolled over, I thought I was falling down hill. And now we know. For those couples who keep to their own sides of the bed, go ahead and get one, but since they don’t have an affilate program, I’m not going to tell you how.
The next portion of the story is the party. Whoopie! Free food, free drinks, free games. I found out that I really am a Guitar Hero, but I can’t Dance worth crap. However, even with the Girls Ganging up on me (sounds so naughty), I won the Air Hockey tournament, now I have to drive 400 miles to use my Fox Sports Grill gift card. I guess I’ll just have to go back!
But the big winner of the afternoon was the door prize giveaway. Cameras, TV, Wine, an autographed Ducks jersey, all sorts of stuff that you can’t take as a carry-on in the airplane. So guess what I won?
That’s right, a foosball table.Now I REALLY need to clean out the garage!
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