Last night, I returned from scenic, temperate San Francisco to my own dark and bone-cold city—delightedly, as always. Is there anything better than coming home? How many moments match the exquisite relief that is felt when the seatbelt sign goes off in your town?
As for the journey itself: for those of us not drowning in miles of the upgradable variety, JetBlue’s Even More seats are just about the best deal going. (And nobody is paying me to say this.) For not too much more than a regular ticket, you get a seat with as much legroom as another airline might provide in Business—or even First. In addition to which! You gain access to shorter lines at security, and get to board early—which means early access to overhead compartments, which is, of course, everything. A minor revolution in air travel, I tell you.
And yet JetBlue disappointed in another, not-un-meaningful, way: no SkyMall catalogue! Possibly this is part of an effort to appear more hip and un-cheesy than the competition, but if I don’t get to spend at least 20 minutes of a flight perusing orthopedic dog beds and decorative battle armor, I’m just not myself.
Also: it would appear as though—thanks to JetBlue’s (It must be said) less-than-stellar in-flight entertainment options, I have fallen down the slippery slope that is HGTV. I watched Amazing Water Homes like the year was 1968 and the entertainment was Yellow Submarine. Who are these people who have houses on rocks, and build swimming pool/rivers in their backyards (that last one is so tacky and yet I want it SO bad: is a lot of HGTV like this, regulars?) And just as I’d gotten myself weaned from Bravo.
SF report to follow.