I’m not exactly certain why this title popped in my head but I’m going with it. I suppose I actually was chillin with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc when I was writing this post as I was in route to Washington, DC from Boston.
Drafting this post was a bit of a challenge logistically as I was on a tiny plane and the passenger in front of me was in recline mode. But I managed to sit with my arms scrunched and carried on.
My TV didn’t work on my JetBlue flight so the flight attendant kindly comped a drink for myself and the lovely lady next to me who had the same issue. I requested a glass of Chardonnay but no such luck. He told me he was bringing me a Grand Reserve from 1929 and I believed him for a split second. A little while later he asked us if we would like a refill and also offered to accompany our drinks with a cheese plate. We kindly declined, as we wanted to arrive fresh and said we were saving ourselves for dinner out on the town– damn dairy intolerance, which I didn’t announce.
I’m traveling for business this week but I don’t discuss work on this blog.
During my one day stay in Boston pre-flight, I took the opportunity to learn something from each person I came in contact with on my brief visit.
Everyone who worked at Fifteen Beacon hotel took the act of top tier customer service very seriously. I felt like royalty during my one night stay.
The housemaid walked into my hotel room thinking I had checked out only to hear me (giving myself a pep talk for the day ahead) in the bathroom. Yes, I tend to give myself pep talks, out loud. What’s a woman to do? She graciously excused herself immediately. That wasn’t awkward at all.
My lunch dated confessed she just began running and wanted to do a half marathon by November of this year but didn’t know where to begin. We instantly had a new bond over running and I sent her a few links on training plans and suggested running with a local group.
I admired the woman whom I had coffee with earlier that morning. She was friendly, warm and approachable. She does it all and has the most adorable two children who by the looks of the photo I saw have bursting personalities. On a side note, she went to culinary school in France years ago and also published a cookbook. She also co-writes travel books with her husband. I love hearing about creative ambition.
My ride to the airport filled me in on his love for surfing. His first-ever try was in Hawaii of all places with his sister. It wasn’t until he surfed a wave in Providence, Rhode Island a few years later that he got the hang of it and became forever hooked. He prefers surfing in the winter months on the East Coast as the waves are much bigger here. He seems to have this beautiful surfing family community around him now.
My very kind and sweet airplane seatmate sitting next to me took the opportunity to visit DC for the evening on a work trip consisting of a complimentary dinner, a cozy hotel stay, free flights and the opportunity to meet colleagues from all over the world. She works for the state government.
The flight attendant was very kind and definitely took the act of customer service up a notch as mentioned in the beginning of this post.
Overall, my trip to Boston was a positive one, work-wise and personal learning-wise.
