The flight took off a few minutes late after the impromptu
celebrations. I believe an announcement was made on board,
but I was in a certain state of dimness by this time so
cannot be sure.

CO1267 PHX CLE 2359 0546 738 7F

There hadn't been any saver F awards (or whatever they are
called these days), and I didn't feel like paying 25000
extra miles for one 4-hour flight. My colleagues all
ended up up front, through whatever instruments or
instrumentalities, but as I had the bulkhead row all to
myself, and was planning to sleep anyway, no worries, and I
actually slept pretty well after all the alcohol this day.
I'm sure it was a fine flight.

Afterward, the four of us had breakfast and a couple daycaps
at the club before dispersing to go our separate ways, sbm12
to deliver more of the goody bags that he had prepared to
sweeten the transition for the overworked employees and the
put-upon frequent flyers, steve64 and myself to our flights,
and deirdre to Cleveland, of all places.

UA4167 CLE BWI 0835 0958 E45 2A

Overheard at the gate. Apparently Premier Access gets you
zone 5, which understandably flummoxed and annoyed one guy
who thought he actually had been granted some kind of
privilege.

As I should have figured out when boarding with zone 1, it
gets mighty windy when the catering door is open. Ah well,
heavy the head and all that. Speaking of which I slept
through, staggered out, and as I left the FA thanked me
by name.