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canyonwalkerPasadena Trade Show Travelog #2
At the hotel - Thu, 6 Mar 2025, 8pm
It was an easy jaunt down to Southern California this afternoon. I flew from San Jose to Burbank, and my flight actually left pretty much on time. It even arrived a few minutes early. Of course, it's only 46 minutes from takeoff to landing. The scheduled time of 1:15 packs in lots of padding for delays.
Upon landing in sunny Southern California I found it was... definitely not sunny.
It was actually raining when we arrived. You can see that in the photo above, along with the old-fashioned way of boarding and exiting planes at Burbank Airport. You exit down stairs (or a ramp) then walk across the tarmac to a door into the ground-level terminal. Yes, BUR is like a relic from well back into the last century.
The old-fashioned-ness of BUR contiues into the terminal. This place looks like it was last renovated in about 1980... and they cheaped out in 1980, too.
The ride to my hotel in Pasadena this evening was easy, if only because I didn't have to drive. I called Lyft. I timed it well so that my driver was pulling up just as I arrived at the pick-up area outside the terminal. Then it was 35 minutes of driving across LA's maze of freeways in afternoon traffic in the rain. ...Well, the driver was driving; I was merely sitting in the back seat. I'm glad I didn't have to drive in that mess.
I arrived at my hotel at 4:15pm. It was just 3h15m door-to-door from home. I believe that's a record fast trip among the literally 1000+ flights I've taken!
My room at the Marriott-family hotel next to the convention center is fairly nondescript. The hallway from the elevator is even more nondescript. It's so nondescript it looks like a dystopian trope for nondescriptness. Well, I got to my room, closed the door, and opened the curtains. There's not a great view in the rain, but at least there was still some natural daylight to make this feel much less impersonal.
After unpacking my suitcase— I'm staying 3 nights; that's long enough to use the closet and a drawer instead of living out of a suitcase— I spent 45 minutes on work to finish things up for the day before relaxing a bit before dinner.
For dinner I had planned initially on walking downtown to find a nice casual restaurant. The weather deterred me from doing that, so I checked the hotel restaurant. The hotel restaurant's narrow menu deterred me from doing that, so I went back to my room to grab my jacket then back downstairs to walk 10 minutes through the drizzle to get more interesting food. It was worth it.
Now I'm back at my room. Take a guess which one of the doors in the picture above it is; it doesn't matter, they're all the same.
Keep Reading: 🎵 I love a rainy night because I wake up to a... snowy day?! 🎵
At the hotel - Thu, 6 Mar 2025, 8pm
It was an easy jaunt down to Southern California this afternoon. I flew from San Jose to Burbank, and my flight actually left pretty much on time. It even arrived a few minutes early. Of course, it's only 46 minutes from takeoff to landing. The scheduled time of 1:15 packs in lots of padding for delays.
Upon landing in sunny Southern California I found it was... definitely not sunny.
It was actually raining when we arrived. You can see that in the photo above, along with the old-fashioned way of boarding and exiting planes at Burbank Airport. You exit down stairs (or a ramp) then walk across the tarmac to a door into the ground-level terminal. Yes, BUR is like a relic from well back into the last century.
The old-fashioned-ness of BUR contiues into the terminal. This place looks like it was last renovated in about 1980... and they cheaped out in 1980, too.
The ride to my hotel in Pasadena this evening was easy, if only because I didn't have to drive. I called Lyft. I timed it well so that my driver was pulling up just as I arrived at the pick-up area outside the terminal. Then it was 35 minutes of driving across LA's maze of freeways in afternoon traffic in the rain. ...Well, the driver was driving; I was merely sitting in the back seat. I'm glad I didn't have to drive in that mess.
I arrived at my hotel at 4:15pm. It was just 3h15m door-to-door from home. I believe that's a record fast trip among the literally 1000+ flights I've taken!
My room at the Marriott-family hotel next to the convention center is fairly nondescript. The hallway from the elevator is even more nondescript. It's so nondescript it looks like a dystopian trope for nondescriptness. Well, I got to my room, closed the door, and opened the curtains. There's not a great view in the rain, but at least there was still some natural daylight to make this feel much less impersonal.
After unpacking my suitcase— I'm staying 3 nights; that's long enough to use the closet and a drawer instead of living out of a suitcase— I spent 45 minutes on work to finish things up for the day before relaxing a bit before dinner.
For dinner I had planned initially on walking downtown to find a nice casual restaurant. The weather deterred me from doing that, so I checked the hotel restaurant. The hotel restaurant's narrow menu deterred me from doing that, so I went back to my room to grab my jacket then back downstairs to walk 10 minutes through the drizzle to get more interesting food. It was worth it.
Now I'm back at my room. Take a guess which one of the doors in the picture above it is; it doesn't matter, they're all the same.
Keep Reading: 🎵 I love a rainy night because I wake up to a... snowy day?! 🎵
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Date: 2025-03-07 09:33 am (UTC)Ella was PISSED. So she got them to release our checked bags, we got them and took them home, and drove to San Diego the next day. Took us eight hours, and we didn't have to rent a car or take taxis while we were there.