babble
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Rain rain go away:
I went to Boston and Salem last week, and on Saturday I finally escaped from witchtown, though the kitties, gay warlocks, and home cookin' were awfully tempting. In other words, I didn't really want to leave. However, I had a one-eyed cat, a Mini Cooper, and a weekly poker game with gambling addicts to get home to, so off I went. In coach. For 6 hours. Oh, the horror.
On my way through security in Boston, the x-ray chick thought she saw a "dagger" in my laptop bag, so she took everything out. She removed the 27 different kinds of power cords I have in there, each time saying "shame on IBM, for making all this stuff, IBM makes too much stuff, yeah." What? I don't care if you look through my shit, but don't fucking make idiotic commentary. After she completely demolished everything in my bag, she found the pen that was causing all the distress. The PEN. That looked like a DAGGER. Awesome. Then she jammed everything back in the bag in such a way that I couldn't close it. It ruled.
I think I need to write a rant about airport security. Very very soon.
Oh, and when I got home, one of my poker buddies accused me of being homophobic. I'm pretty sure he was serious. Ahahahahhahahahhahahahahhaha. That was both insulting and hilarious.
Now I'm in another east coast city getting rained on. Last night I took a red-eye here, thinking it would be okay since I don't have to physically be in a work location looking presentable until tomorrow. I was wrong. Every time I take a red-eye, I feel like shit for the entire next day, because for some inexplicable reason, I can sleep on day flights but not on night flights. It's fucking stupid. Anyway, that's the last red-eye I will take willingly, with the exception of the one that I'm taking on my way to Switzerland next month, because I just hit Executive Platinum on American and can therefore upgrade my entire itinerary to Business, take a Valium, put on my sleep mask, and crash. Yes, I know, cry for me, I have to take a business-class international flight. Poooor me. Heh.
That said, who's coming with me?
babbled by Kat @ 6:40:00 PM |
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