Why Bob Hope Rules
No two words can better describe a decadent weekend for the Angeleno than Las Vegas. This LAist poster joined the masses at the Bob Hope (a/k/a Burbank-Glendale-Pasadena) Airport on Friday afternoon for a Southwest Airlines 3 PM cattle call to the city of Lost Wages. And we didn’t mind a bit. OK, maybe a little -- but we still love us the Bob Hope…
Here’s the timeline from Friday that some can probably relate to:
12:45 PM: Driving from Woodland Hills to the Bob Hope Airport
1:02 PM: Slowing on the 101/134 interchange.
1:15 PM: Driving to Lot C at the airport. Full.
1:18 PM: Driving to Lot B. Full.
1:20 PM: Entering Lot A. Not full.
1:25 PM: Driving around the lot looking for a parking space.
1:35 PM: Still driving for a space. And this lot isn’t full?
1:52 PM: Hopping on the shuttle. (Finally found a space by stalking a guy with a suitcase walking towards his
car. Kinda like the parking lot at the Grove on a Saturday afternoon around 2.)
2 PM: Arriving at the terminal. Flight is 15 minutes late.
2:07 PM: Going through security. (We love this: Time to find a parking space: 20 minutes. Time to get past
Burbank Airport security: Seven.)
2:08 PM: Let the waiting begin.
3 PM: Southwest moooooves us onto the plane. (Thank goodness for our “A” boarding passes that we can
now print out 24 hours before the flight. It used to be 12:01 AM. “C’s”’ are for “chumps.”)
3:17 PM: Doors close for departure for our scheduled 3 PM flight.
3:20 PM Captain comes on and says that there’s a backup in Vegas, so we’ll be sitting on the tarmac for a
little while…15 minutes. Max.
3:30 PM He was right. We’re taking off…
3:52 PM Realize Southwest drink coupons are still at home. Opt for the Diet Coke.
4:32 PM Touching down in Las Vega$. Let the debauchery begin…