The Westin Arlington is right off Rosslyn station. We got a pretty snazzy room thanks to lili's status. A pleasant, friendly bar. No shuttle bus, and no subway early in the morning, so we had to get a cab, $15ish though the airport is very close. While waiting for it, they offered us some "eye-opener" shots, which were uniformly disgusting. Note to all: don't accept "eye-opener" shots from the Westin or Le Meridien. You have been warned. UA1662 DCA SFO 0800 1127 73G 1AB Our cab got us to the airport in reasonable time. The aircraft boarded in good time, and it was an uneventful flight, featuring the standard breakfast of weird egg substance, weird potato substance, and weird turkey sausage substance; I didn't eat much, counting on Fung Lum in the domestic airside food court; the indicators were that my upgrade would clear on the long leg but lili's wouldn't, and in the interest of chivalry or domestic harmony or something I was honor bound to refuse it. And so it was. Fung Lum offered roast duck - as usual I ordered it without rice, which means that it comes with a few scraps of bok choy instead and costs a buck less. This time, it came with nine whole baby bok choys and thus became a substantial and pretty good meal. I felt blessed. lili's steak taco from Andale was apparently pretty decent and came with a quite spicy tomatillo sauce, which she of course gave me and which I of course drained. Then off to the international club, where the well Bourbon was, well, not Bourbon, and the house red was some kind of abomination. UA 869 SFO HKG 1325 2005 744 20BC My upgrade cleared; hers did not. I stayed in coach. The guy in the window seat spilled over into lili's space, which bothered her quite a bit. Unfortunately, he had taken an Ambien or something and so was not rousable. One poked him when he got out of bounds, and he groaned and shifted, most of the time encroaching farther. After a while one gave up and leaned over in the other direction, to me. Lunch, I forget: my notes say turkey-cheese sandwich (which I didn't have) and "chicken McNuggets repurposed into Chinese food with noodles," which I apparently did. At the remove of another month, I do remember the texture of this dish if not its taste: the chicken was sort of artifically tenderized and was surrounded by a not unpleasant starchy coating; the noodles were sort of soft and squishy except where they were stuck to the side of the dish. There was a brown gelatinous sauce with some shreds of Shanghai bok choy and maybe a doong gwoo, but I might be remembering that from another meal. Many hours of dulness, during which there was a second meal, which I ignored. No inflight entertainment except for the big screen up ahead. We landed a bit early. Transit in Hong Kong is even easier than it used to be, though the walks seem longer than they used to be. We found the Cathay transfer desk in short order; it processed us quickly, and we were on our way to the first-class lounge, which lili got us into because of her exalted status, despite our being in coach. The Wing is a very slick lounge, all black granite or marble or something, with waiter service and a cafeteria (served or self-serve, your choice) shared with business class and with some pretty nasty food. On the way back from the restroom I walked into the wall at least once, that's how slick and polished it is. Oh, God, that food was nasty - St. Peter's fish that must have dated from St. Peter's lifetime was typical. Some of the sweets, agar-agar based, seemed okay, but sugary stiff Jell-O does not a meal make. Better news: the Champagne was Peninsula brand and quite good (a little oxidized, but not unpleasant), and there was San Miguel, brought by an ever-attentive waiter.