AA1479 DCA DFW 0645 0923 738 8C This is an elite-heavy flight, plus there had been a cancellation (the day before? I don't know), so there wasn't a bat's chance I'd get an upgrade. And so I didn't. It was an three hours' even trip in a pretty uncomfortable seat with little padding; there was adequate legroom, and I was going to sleep most of the flight anyway, only the guy in the middle seat, despite looking young and fit, woke me three times to go to the bathroom. We landed a hair early, and I had visions of spicy fried chicken thighs dancing in my head, as Popeye's was right near the entrance to the people mover. Only they had only tenders at this hour, so I sadly trudged to second choice, Salt Lick, where lunch wasn't being served either, but the guy told me that he'd sell me as a consolation prize a chopped beef sandwich and a beer for a hair over a dixie. The sandwich was big, the bread a ciabatta thing, substantial but not generous filling - burnt end meat with a little fat soaked in the spicier of the two sauces. Rahr & Sons Ugly Pug black lager is a pretty good Schwarzbier and went well. A successful meal given its setting. AA 320 DFW SAT 1040 1152 M80 5E was 10B It was a train ride to my next gate; when I got there boarding had begun. I settled into my semi-comfortable seat, when some guy came up and waved a boarding pass my way. He had been assigned my seat, and the gate agent had tasked him with giving me my new boarding pass. I thanked him for his being the bearer of good tidings (and honest, at that - he could I imagine have just slid into the seat up front and nobody would ever be the wiser) and swam upstream. It may have been the cane I was then sporting, but people gave way nicely, and the seat was easily achieved. Short, pretty pleasant flight, and the FA fed me a gin and tonic with an option for a second, which was not exercised. An hour at the small but friendly United Club to wait for lili, who was on the next flight. She got in right on time and refused my offer to buy her a premium beverage at the club, and we hustled right to the Four Points Airport, which is actually fairly nice - the room was ample, with a comfy bed just firm enough for my back to begin healing; there's an actual bar with an actual happy hour; and the staff and the guests seem to be pretty happy. We went down for drinks - her acceptable Merlot was $4 a glass, my Jim Beams were $2.77 I think each. Chopped was on (rather than some sports talk show as most happy hour bars have), which was amusing. After a couple rounds, lili decided she needed to eat. SoLuna isn't far away and gets great press for its Tex-Mex and sometimes Mex-Mex food; it's tame enough that she can handle it and interesting enough for me at the same time.