Below is your award booking confirmation. Thank you and enjoy your trip.
TRAVELERS
Mark Wetzler
FLIGHT INFORMATION
Flight: Alaska Airlines AS83
Equipment: Boeing 737-800
Departs: Seattle (SEA) on Sat, Dec 19 at 8:00 am
Arrives: Anchorage (ANC) on Sat, Dec 19 at 10:51 am
Class: Q(Coach)
Seats: 22F
Flight: Alaska Airlines AS50
Equipment: Boeing 737-400
Departs: Anchorage (ANC) on Sat, Dec 19 at 2:00 pm
Arrives: Barrow (BRW) on Sat, Dec 19 at 5:21 pm
Class: Q(Coach)
Seats: 20F
This flight stops in Prudhoe Bay (SCC).
Flight: Alaska Airlines AS52
Equipment: Boeing 737-400
Departs: Barrow (BRW) on Tue, Dec 22 at 8:11 pm
Arrives: Fairbanks (FAI) on Tue, Dec 22 at 9:32 pm
Class: W(Coach)
Seats: 19A
Flight: Alaska Airlines AS902
Equipment: Boeing 737-800
Departs: Fairbanks (FAI) on Wed, Dec 23 at 5:05 pm
Arrives: Seattle (SEA) on Wed, Dec 23 at 9:40 pm
Class: W(Coach)
Seats: 17E
FARE SUMMARY
Traveler: Mark Wetzler, Mileage Plan Member
Ticket: 027-2141890867
Base Fare and Surcharges: $0.00
Taxes and Other Fees: $10.00
Traveler Total: $10.00
Total Fare: USD $10.00
This entry was written by , posted on November 13, 2009 at 9:59 pm, filed under Alaska and tagged barrow, dalton highway, kenai princess lodge, party, prudhoe bay, winter solstice. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
OK. So here’s why I’m pissed right now. I’m pissed because I’m getting a roommate. Now, I know what you all are thinking: A roommate, that’s not that bad. There could be way worse shit, right? Well, sort of right, but mostly completely fucking wrong. You see, up until now, my time in Alaska has been completely care free. I’m free to sit on my bed in my boxers listening to music and dribbling All Bran crumbs down my chest while every once in a while I pound on the wall to tell the neighbors to “shut the fuck up.” I can even sit around naked if I want. If I wanted, I could lather myself up in peanut butter and jump between the two beds in my room, periodically stopping to squat between the two bed and grunt loudly. But now I can do none of that, because tomorrow I get a roommate.
His name is Cam, and I’ve already decided I hate him. That’s not completely true; I’ve already decided that he’s going to be a wild 19-year-old and I’m going to be constantly complaining at work how he kept me up the night before and how I never get any sleep anymore and he’s always drunk and I pine for the good ‘ol peanut butter days when I was rocking the B-1 dorm room solo, but I don’t think I’m going to hate him. They say that he’s respectful and always smiling and a really good guy, but also that he might have used to be a drug addict and definitely at one point attended Alcoholics Anonymous meetings (This, of course, I can’t hold against him too hard, as I once had to see a “drug counselor” for an alcohol-related incident and have blacked out more times than a home Seahawks game). Hey, man, does anyone, like, wanna make a run down to AMPM with me? Sorry — sidetracked. Anyway, tonight is my last night of freedom, my last night without a roommate. I guess I should feel lucky. I guess I should be looking on the bright side and counting my blessings and thinking about how awesome it was to not have a roommate the first half of my time here in Alaska (I can’t believe it’s already half over). But I don’t always look on the bright side. This is not because I’m cynical — I’ve come to discover I’m one of the more optimistic people on the planet — but because for me it’s sometimes it’s fun to imagine disaster scenarios. Like Cam being a total alcoholic disaster and snorting lines off the vanity mirror in my room and passing out in the middle of the floor and getting up periodically in the night to scream at me.
But it’s not the end of the world. It never is. Almost never.
This entry was written by , posted on July 26, 2009 at 10:59 pm, filed under Alaska and tagged Alaska, brown town, cooper landing, kenai princess lodge, roommate blues, soldotna. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.
Tomorrow I’m going to Homer with Phil and then hopefully on to Seldovia, a small village only accessible by plane and boat. However, the real trip will be happening in a few weeks: Prudhoe Bay. That’s right, folks, the Beaufort Sea — the North End of Alaska — almost as far North as you can get. The Arctic Circle. So far North that trees don’t even grow. Oil country. No Country for….four guys renting a car in Anchorage and enacting a law in which the driver must be smoking a cigarette and drinking a Red Bull at all times. One day and two hours of driving…just to get up there. Dirt roads paralleling The Great Alaskan Pipeline. Four days without cleaning toilets, living the dream. The Prudhoe Bay in a Day 2009 KPL Housekeeper’s Tour.
Be there or be quadrangle.
This entry was written by , posted on July 13, 2009 at 3:55 am, filed under Uncategorized and tagged cooper landing, denali, fairbanks, kenai princess lodge, prudhoe bay. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.