Just flew back from Colorado and boy are my arms tired. Seriously, going snowboarding in thin air and having a high center of gravity result in some hard falls. Every muscle used in standing up from a prone position, which includes many of those muscles no one ever knew existed, still hurt. At least I didn’t stretch any ligaments, which is just what I did 4 years ago, the only other time I went snowboarding. Besides the lingering physical pain, everyone I’ve talked since getting back says I look happier and more rested than before, so I’ll take their word for it.
No terribly exciting stories, but I’ll try to relate the better stuff. Oh, and big ups to my buddy Paul for putting me up on his especially long couch.
Livery cab drivers must rehearse their conspiracy theories. The guy that drove me to LaGuardia for my 8AM flight was a bit too crazy for me that early in the morning. Apparently cancer has a cure, but it’s being held onto because pharmaceutical companies want to increase demand. I know that’s why they’ve held back hover boards since their development for Back to the Future II
I flew first class for the first time in my life. By accident. Here’s how it works. If you fly Southwest out of LaGuardia you are actually flying via ATA Airlines. When you go to print your Southwest boarding pass online, it says you need to check in at the airport for your ATA boarding pass. But there must be a bug in their website because it prints out the ATA boarding pass anyway… With seat 1A assigned to you. 1A is in first class, at least some of the time. The flight attendants put their jackets on seat 1A because ATA isn’t supposed to assign it. However, the customer is always right, and they’ll clear their stuff away for you to sit there if you have the ticket. I didn’t pay extra, but I got the loveseat-sized chair and friendlier service.
Don’t read Rush Limbuagh’s book, The Way Things Ought to Be, over the shoulder of the salesman sitting next to you. It will infuriate you to no end. Also, Rush Limbaugh is actually Rush Limbaugh III, which means not only his father, but his grand father thought that particular combination of consonants and vowels should propagate through history. His name is onomatopoeia for the sound of a fat guy getting sucker punched in the gut.
Pictures will be on flickr shortly.
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