Keagan’s World

Gooooood evening my friends and family! The day of my departure has arrived, the countdown has officially hit zero. I know this may be very sad for some of you, but I’m not a fool; I KNOW there are just as many (if not more) of you celebrating the fact that you get some peace and quiet for at least the next 4 months. Shame on you all (but also fair).

I come to you live from the great state of Texas and the lovely Houston International airport where I am on hour 8 of my 11 hour layover before I find myself in Buenos Aires. Now I know you’re asking “what in the world have you been doing for the last 8 hours (I know you didn’t actually ask that but just humor me)?” Well let me tell ya:

1. Euchre

Okay, hush… so maybe this was before the layover. I couldn’t leave it out though because you cannot dream up a more poetic final thing to do as a Michigander than a 7am game of euchre outside TSA at the airport.

I mean, c’mon.

2. Binge watched the newest sick Netflix show: Fool Me Once

I mean it. Started and finished the entire season already today.

Fire.

I don’t even like TV.

Okay maybe that makes my opinion seem less valid.

But still fire.

3. Walked laps… like multiple times

I wish I was lying to you, but I’m not. Here’s a clip of my first “workout” I logged on my Apple Watch (shut it I wanted to hit my calorie goal, okay? I don’t need your lip or eye roll thank you very much).

4. Explored the entirety of IHA behind TSA lines

Here are my complete unimportant observations that amount to a review of the Houston International Airport:

• Terminal A: Awesome breakfast sandwich. Yes, it was $20. Yes, that hurt. Yes, I want another one.
• Terminal B: Weird as heck. You have to essentially go through a gate to get to different groups of gates so I didn’t actually get to explore. Disappointing.
• Terminal C: This was the Michigan terminal. Did I mention it’s the national championship this weekend for college football? Yeah that’s in Houston… and Michigan’s in it. Felt like the fakest fan in the world on the flight down seeing everyone decked out in Michigan gear while I’m bundled in 3 coats just to make sure I stay under the 50 lb limit on my checked bag… Anyways, got to say “Go Blue!” 15 million times.
• Terminal D: Spacious, and I got lounge access 😤
• Terminal E: My departure terminal, and easily the boujeest.

5. Got rejected from the airport lounges twice before getting in

I got a travel card before booking this trip since I had like 15 flights to book and figured there would be no better time to get one. With that card, I got free lounge access via Priority Pass.

This sounded pretty sick, and I felt kinda baller. Like Lebron James rolling up to the 2013 NBA Finals-type sick.

I rolled up to the lounge, flashed my QR code, and… got denied. Apparently you can only access 3 hours before takeoff.

Okay, so I come back 3 hours before takeoff… denied. You can’t get into lounges with Priority Pass between certain hours. Tough look.

But do we quit? Never. I tried a third time. This time a different one. And it worked! That’s what tenacity can do for you (This is purely satirical and should not be taken seriously please…).

I was greeted with the welcoming site of mushy, picked-over meatballs and completely crusted rice alongside some static water. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my some good static water, but it kinda reminded me of those old school DirecTV vs. cable memes. I was the cable guy and all the people on the inside who had legit passes into the lounge were the DirectTV guys.

Now did I end up in a roadside ditch? No. Did anything bad happen to me? No.

I even ended up with a Jack & Coke (or 2, or 3…). Honestly, the whole comparison was a sham anyways and doesn’t even fit, but I remembered those commercials randomly and laughed. So now you have to watch it. Please.

Anyways, here’s a photo from my seat.

And my flight boards in like 15 minutes. So I gotta go. Next time you’ll hear from me I’ll be in Buenos Aires.

Crazy.

Unreal.

Awesome.

✌️