Early Resolution: Stop Being Polite
Back from vacation, and lemme just say it was awesome. I'll try and get around to all the highlights sometime later this week, but suffuce to say, the wedding was great, my dad's birthday in Atlantic City netted me $400 bucks from 3-Card Poker and the Money Wheel, and Thanksgiving was quite possibly the best tasting ever. Sadly though, it was capped by a truly craptacular Monday return.
My flight out of Philly was a little before noon, and after making some amazing time down to the airport (I guess the day after the busiest day is bound to be light), and I felt good. Of course, then after getting onto the flight, and having to wait 30 minutes to leave, all the while having the loudest kid screaming "Mommy, No" and "Daddy, No" in my right ear set up a flight I was bound to enjoy. Still, while on the ground the kid was a menace, he thankfully shut up in the air. The sucky part is I was (and still am) battli a killer cold I picked up at the wedding, and my ears wouldn't pop, so I must've looked like a crayz man throughout portions of the flight, holding my ears and rockig in pain.
Anyway, I get to Vegas with plenty of time between my connections. And despite what you may think, the slots didn't kill me. Video Poker sucked, but I hit three 150s on Wheel of Fortune, which put me $40 up. Of course, being the gambler I am, I have to spend my winnings at the $1 machine, and lose it quickly, so at that moment I'm even. But seeing as I can't stand to leave Vegas "even" I play another $20 while my flight is boarding, and lose it quickly. Oh well.
So then we get to the quick flight back to Oak-town. My flight is supposed to get in at 5:40, and the bus back to Rodent Park leaves at 6:00. It'll be close, but I'll make it. Unless, of course, it takes us another 30 minutes to get off the ground. Which, of course, happens. So after another horrendous bout of my ears feeling like they have felt tip markers jammed into them, we land at 5:55. And yep, I'm in the back of the plane, so it takes 8 minutes ot get out, and even though I run to the station and get there before 6:10, the bus has left.
Cut to an hour and half later (not to mention a really crappy turkey snng-wich), and I'm out in the cold rain waiting for the 8:00 bus... which. doesn't. arrive. til'. 8:15. Yeah... this one can arrive late. Oh, but the fun doens't stop there.
Y'see, at some point, the bus broke down, so they had to send a mini-bus to replace it, which is what pulls up. Something to take into account? There are about 3o people, with tons of baggage, and this bus seats 25. I'm not too worried, as I had yet to do a people count. Anyway, there's an old woman with three bags and walker, and being the nice guy I am, I help out, and allow her to o ahead of me. Long story short? She makes the bus, I don't.
The bus driver says there's another bus right behind, and in his words "20, 25". It's now 8:15, so genius I am, I assume they mean 8:20 or 8:25. Nope, he meant minutes behind. So yes, at 8:45, after almost 3 hours at Oakland airport, I finally get on a bus home.
sorry to hear that chief. worst part of my weekend was the driving 40 mins with slight hangover.
after the hotel guy asked me how my stay was and i replied alright, and he says just alright? i say well i was really too drunk last night to say anything more, just then lindsay comes up behind and says thats what i want to hear... so the guy drops it... stupid customer service... why is it always there when you dont want it and never there when you need it?
Watching: Lost, Heroes, 24, Criminal Minds Listening: Brobdingnagian Bards Reading: The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman Playing: Final Fantasy XII Eating: Healthy...er Doing: Running... hopefully Wishing:
Comic Quote of the Week
"It's trying to end the suffering of everything. Do you want to discuss our options? Maybe together we can, you know, workshop?"
"Okay, best way to stop a ten-story godlike monster from destroying existence? I'm gonna go with hitting, you have anything?"
"You took mine."
Wesley and Angel, Angel: After The Fall #15
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"Let a man get away with fuckin' you once, you stay bent over so's he can fuck you again whenever he damn well pleases. An' if one man can do it? Another will too. An' another, an' another still. So's being fucked, that's yer life. 'Til who you were, you ain't. 'Cause all you are is an asshole." 100 Bullets #42
