I moseyed in with zone 3 or so.

1C stayed empty until just before doors closed, and I almost
sort of regretted not checking at the gate, as the persons
in 6A and C were bigger than me. 1C was eventually filled by
a cute young thing, so fine. Anyhow, I slept well in the
slightly narrowed middle seat, and next thing I knew we'd
detoured around a bunch of storms and endured some sizable
bumps to land a bit early. Took a while for the Hilton bus
to show up, but when it did, it drove me to a surprisingly
pleasantly appointed place, with a perfectly acceptable room
and a lively and reasonably-priced bar. I had a nap and then
took the shuttle back to the airport to meet my traveling
partners of last month. I was in time to meet lili at her
flight, which came in early enough so she could go to the
rental car place and then back to the Hilton yet again in
our nice though somewhat scratched and dinged Sebring for a
daycap at the bar before fetching gvdIAD ... which we didn't
do, instead opting to make him take the shuttle to the bar,
where we were deep in thought, aka indulgence in ardent
spirits. Then to the Hampton, where they deposited their
luggage, and finally we ended up at hilarious hour at
Fiorella's Jack Stack, where I reconnected with some friends
of long ago, met new ones, and received many congratulations
for having survived to eat again. And eat I did. lili and I
split a pound each of brisket burnt ends and pork shoulder
burnt ends, which gave us plenty of sustenance with enough
to give samples to gvdIAD on one side and FlyGirl555 on the
other. lili also shared gvdIAD's cole slaw; I partook of
none of the frills. One thing to say about these burnt ends.
They're not really that burnt or that endish, being more
like stray pieces of regular brisket or pork shoulder. Not
that that's bad - the beef ends were quite tasty, especially
with the celery-seed-heavy sauces that came on the side; the
pork ends were better, worth the trip, no sauce required.
Neither was as fatty as I'd hoped. But then I'm a heart
patient, too, so I perhaps should be thankful.

No room for dessert.