BOS-IAD-SFO-ORD-PHL-IPT cost not so much more than BOS-IPT alone, and by routing through Dulles I got a bunch more miles and the chance to fly on the three-cabin triple. All I lost was a day of my life, but I got a fair amount of enjoyment out of it. UA 282 BOS IAD 0545 0728 752 2F Ch9^^ Empower:td: A line of thirty at security. Reasonably quick. I timed things right - got to the gate 10 minutes ahead at which time the new multistage boarding was being minutely described to the assembled multitude. The procedure itself was a cluster as expected, with Visa card holders and those horrid lowly Premier Executives or whatever they call themselves clogging up the still-red carpet and having to give way to the 24 overentitled F passengers and assorted Global Services and 1Ks and Platinums of various kinds. A slightly threadbare but familiarly comfortable plane. The captain enthusiastically recommended that we listen in to air traffic control on Channel 9. As this is one of my favorite things to do on the airplane, I gleefully complied. I remembered the jolly but ditzy FA from a previous flight; she had to come back to recheck after I requested orange juice ... this sort of thing happened on the previous encounter as well. Very agreeable; I mentioned to my bud KK on that first trip that she reminded me of her but of course nowhere near as on the ball. I don't know if there was any onboard service, as I slept through the flight, with the comforting sounds of Channel 9 in my ears. UA 846 IAD SFO 0825 1121 777 9K Ch9^^ Empower^^ They had switched out to the new configuration 777, generally a source of great rejoicement, as one gets a (gasp) bed to snooze away one's day in; unfortunately I prefer the old version seats. This aircraft does have regular 110V outlets rather than the weird Empower ports, which is many points in its favor. Though this was a newly refurnished aircraft, my seat had been worn into a deep bucket, or perhaps the business-class buttocks that they were designed for are larger than mine by a fair margin. Anyhow, the sitting was rather uncomfortable, but the lying down was much better (but I had not intended to do so). Again, Channel 9 was announced from the cockpit. After a bumpy start, a most overcooked breakfast, probably the result of the flight attendants having to stay seated longer then normal. The usual egg puck, not bad tasting, was more resilient than usual; on the side was this utterly horrid sausage made out of what seem to be mechanically separated meat, undersalted, and nuked to an especially unappetizing shade of gray - I wouldn't be surprised if it came out that it was woodchuck or human or spotted owl flesh. The au gratin potato, which I usually find the best part of this meal, was ruined by being adulterated with ground-up broccoli but redeemed (double ruined for me) by a nice layer of deeply browned cheese on top. On the side, a reasonably flaky croissant that had been made with margarine, so the side packet of butter was necessary. Some kind of pink yogurt in a nice china dish (as opposed to the plastic carton of yore) - I ignored this of course. The fruit appetizer, which I usually eat last, because of its initial almost frozen coldness, was notable for superbly sweet and tasty grapes. One flight attendant with whom I have had issues (last time I left him cringing in the corner) was working this flight, and I noticed that he avoided my glare. Later on in the trip he put on sunglasses (!) before approaching and asking me if I would like something to drink. I said Courvoisier, and all was well. I don't think I'm making this up. We landed a few minutes early. It's generally the flights that I wouldn't mind staying on that land early.