Apparently, I've arrived a little early for a “test flight” of Boeing's WiFi Service thingy (offical name not known at this time). I've parked my car and am waiting inside the guard gate. It's a sunny day here in Seattle – so the flight should be smooth (even though we are on the “test” lot). pt just drove up and asked where he should park, and the guard has been really nice. The event officially begins at 2:30, and I'm here a half-hour early. They'll likely subject every one of us to a comprehensive search before we even climb on board. The flight oughta be fun, although I'm not sure if they'll allow us to open up our electronic devices below 10,000 feet. I could do the “cool” thing and post this entry before we're shuttled to the plane, but… well, what the hell. We're flying aces today – and hopefully all receiving first class service. When you fly, who do you fly? Oh boy. Let's hope they spring for the high-class peanuts – damn the allergies. The sky's the limit. Any other wacky flight'isms I can throw around here?