Killing time at the airport
In my opinion, there’s nothing worse than running late to catch a flight. So when I made plans to fly on Thanksgiving, one of the busiest travel days of the year, I knew there’d be no time for sleeping in or any other forms of carelessness. And that’s why I’m here a whole two-plus hours early, watching the smaller-than-expected crowds eagerly awaiting chariots of the sky to carry them off to places filled with more familiar faces and tasty treats.
A few observations during my wait:
• The last three boys to sit across from me were each wearing Vans sneakers.
• The guy on his cell phone just said he had bacon and eggs for “breaffkist.”
• Dude with the Stussy decal on his laptop has a Power Rangers-theme ring tone. Talk about 2,000-late.
• Apparently curling irons are a higher security risk than turkeys.
• It’s 80 degrees outside but half the girls are in Uggs and scarves.
Happy Thanksgiving from me and Domo!
“Genius” is simply that.
An ode to technology and the wonderland of music that is my iTunes playlist. Ran the Genius gizmo tonight to make a quick workout mix and ended up with this masterpiece. Bring on the cardio!
iPhone photo of the day
Thinking of modifying the Photo A Day project to just pics taken with the iPhone. Yay or nay?
Taken at Extraordinary Desserts in Little Italy:
Technical difficulties
Just got my Mac back from the doctor after it was drenched by a vase full of water last week. Good news is, having no computer gave me lots of time to get out and make some pictures! New Photo-A-Day posts coming later this week.
Really? Seriously?
These are the people I associate with?
I should have known what I was in for when I heard everyone was meeting up at a place called Dirty Birds in PB.
It was the kick-off to a Bachelor Party Weekend for my longtime friend Chris from the dorms. Friends flew in from out of town to join the group of 20-plus twentysomethings for a cruise embarking to Catalina Island, of all places. Not quite the debaucherous destination they’d had in mind, but the swine flu washed out their plans of floating down across the border to Mexico.
The Lakers were on the tube and guys at the bar were shotgunning beers. Yeah, this is one of those classy places where they actually puncture the can for you. Kids were getting all kinds of rowled up. That’s when Ben punched the “Dirty Bird” mannequin.
“That bitch stole my onesie!” was his excuse for running out to the sidewalk and knocking the bar’s mascot on its ass. Onesie? Like, pajamas? Ben’s knuckle was bleeding.
From Lauren’s account, it sounds like things got much worse after I left the bar. I wish Chris and the rest of the boys a good time this weekend. Keep an eye on Ben. And watch out for your pj’s.
Hello, ladies
Good idea: Faces made funny with drawn-on finger mustaches.
Bad idea: Washing your hands then telling strangers that you “used to have a mustache.”
I want it all and I want it now!
I noticed today that the majority of my blog’s page views were coming from www.alphainventions.com, which I’ve come to find out is a website that lets you read blogs as they are updated, in real time. The page automatically re-loads every few seconds with a new site — a supercool tool for those of us with short attention spans and a craving to know everything about everything going on . . . right. now.
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