LAX
I bee lined for the OWS check-in line, where no one was waiting. I'd checked in online so it was a baggage drop and collect boarding passes. Mums bag was overweight (she doesn't understand the concept of pack light) so I had to shuffle a few items into my bag to avoid the excess weight charge. Whatever happened to agent discretion?
The security line was a nightmare! No priority line to be seen (not that I was entitled anyway), and the line snaked around and around. Realising there was a problem they opened up the line further down, pushed everyone through, then arbitrarily decided if you got the short line or back to the start in the long line. We got lucky, into the short line where we got to leave shoes and jacket on, and put our LAGS away.
Done, we headed to the lift and the QF/OneWorld lounge. Having only experienced the Star Alliance lounge, I'll admit to being a little disappointed. It was around
7.30pm that we arrived, but there was already quite limited seating, and we had to sit around the (fake) fireplace. The lounge is such an odd shape, with the food area tucked into an awkward corner. The extension is much needed and can't come soon enough.
Mum headed to the bar for a much needed drink, and I wandered off towards the showers, where I was seen to right away. By the time I emerged less than 10 minutes later, they were handing out buzzers to guests waiting to use the facilities.
I collected a drink, then went to peruse the food. The lasagne was all gone, so I had some chicken and rice, and lamented the fact I hadn't seen any of the publicised 'dude food'. When I wandered back the lasagne had been replenished. Pity they keep soup bowls next to it, but the plates are tucked over by the side wall with the cutlery. Not efficient at all. Then I thought I'd head back to get some of the tiramisu I'd seen, when I spotted someone carrying a hot dog. Then I spied the counter where a lady was assembling said hot dogs. I got two, but mum refused hers so I made friends with the gentleman sitting next to me, who could not turn down said offering.
Soon after, he came back with tacos, including one for me. They were good!
With departure time approaching, the lounge was bulging and they were making announcements asking people not to take up seating space with bags. I popped out to buy some bottled water, but checked with the desk that I'd be allowed back in. He promised to remember me on my return. I decided to cap off my lounge experience with a drambuie on ice; no such thing as rsa apparently! But I was on a mission to sleep through my dreaded Y experience, and it was sure to help.
. Be interested to find out if you and/or Jess tried what I thought to be excellent cappuccinos during my flight.
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