UA1482 BOS EWR 0732 0853 739 2F No particularly interesting security this day; the PreCheck at Terminal A worked as planned, and I was on my way in no time flat. The gate agent greeted me by name as I approached fairly late in the boarding, and the genial FAs were very welcoming. I considered having an eye-opener but thought maybe my eyes would prefer to remain closed, and so it was. It was a pretty nothing flight, though seemingly interminable as I woke up several times wondering "are we there yet" and looking out to see various parts of southern Massachusetts and northern Connecticut instead of the familiar wasteland around Newark, which finally announced itself by a few moments of bone-jarring bumpiness as usual. We landed on time, even though I could have sworn that it had taken ten hours. I headed up to the club, where could be heard at the appropriate time in the distance a piper piping Amazing Grace; later people singing the Star-Spangled Banner. On landing, lili was at the gate to meet me, a welcome sight. Sadly, her upgrade hadn't cleared, so we didn't sit together. We discussed my trading seats with her seatmate but rejected the idea as impracticable, so I promised to send her back a glass of wine. UA1212 EWR SFO 1147 1505 739 1F The seat next to me sat empty for the longest time, and at the last minute I saw the gate agent bustle back with a boarding pass, so there was hope ... and some big burly guy came up to claim the seat. Turns out he was in 20D, the seat directly in front of lili's, as well as directly ahead of her on the upgrade list. Ah, well, he slept through most of the flight. The wine I sent back was the Finca Luzon Malbec, not too shabby for an $8 bottle. Later one of the FAs, chuckling, brought me a plastic cup filled with a curious and somewhat mystifying reddish liquid - it was the coach red wine, identity unknown, courtesy of lili. The shuttle to the car rental took about a zillion years, during which we were regaled with many warnings about the toll collection on the Golden Gate Bridge. Something about it going transponder only, and if you don't have one, your license plate gets photoed, and they charge you toll plus a service charge, and the rental car agency tacks on another service charge, and after all that, no bridge is worth the price. Luckily this is only on the inbound, and we were not planning on doing that. When we finally got to the office, which turned out to be right near a bunch of hotels (so a hotel shuttle would have been quicker), the friendly agent gave us the keys to a somewhat snazzy offbrand vehicle (something Korean). Were soon headed northward, just beating rush hour. The ride, though nerve-wracking at times owing to frequent construction, went smoothly enough.