On New Year’s Eve 1999, we flew home to Seattle from Florida. According to our scheduled flight times, we would arrive in Seattle by 8 pm well ahead of the New Year.
Our first layover was in Houston. At the airport the televisions were showing the millennial celebrations as they happened around the world. Our seats were upgraded to first class. Being a newbie to flying, I had never flown first class before. It was much more pleasant than the cramped economy class seats and the food was actually identifiable. There was wine. There were heated towels. It was pretty nice.
However, the plane was rerouted to Denver because of mechanical trouble. So we sat on the runway while the mechanics fixed the problems. We had comfy seats. Others did not. Some of the other passengers were more restless. I remember one man wanting to exit the plane for a cigarette, but the flight attendants could not let him off the plane.
Eventually we were on our way again, but the delay meant we would miss our last flight from Portland to Seattle. The airline would transfer us to the next and last flight of the day.
When we arrived in Portland, we had just a few minutes to run from our gate to the departing gate. As you can imagine our luggage didn’t make it. (Once again, my underwear probably had a classier ride than I did.) We stepped onto the plane which was little more than a puddle-jumper. I don’t think there were more than thirty people including the flight crew.
The flight attendants were wearing 2000 glasses and pouring champagne for all the passengers. It was a quick, but loud flight–not because of rowdy passengers, the propellers were noisy.