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Monday, April 28, 2008

The Gay Saint

...Or, 36,000 feet over the earth.

The flight to Cincinnati was fairly uneventful. I sat behind Mr. Clean (aka the Whiner), who decided to bitch about everything "Oh, nice of Delta to clean their seats between flights," "There's too much turbulence," "I don't like your beverage selection," and so on. I looked at the guy next to me and rolled my eyes, who laughed knowingly. Little did I know at the time that they were co-workers on a business trip together. Oops!

So Cincinnati was a fun airport. I had to go from one end of the airport to the other over the course of a 40 minute lay-over. I stopped at chic-fil-a on the way there only to find that my departure gate had been moved....back to the gate beside the one that I started off at. Yeah, I got my exercise.

Now I'm on the second leg of my flight and managed to luck out by having an empty seat beside me. I'm very thankful for that, because the video screen in front of my seat doesn't work, so I'm using the one next to me.

I passed over Santa Fe (The Gay Saint, in the words of Harvey Fierstien) at the beginning of this posting and am now directly over Albuquerque -- according to the iXplor in-flight information system. I'll be passing Sedona soon, so I'll be sure to wave when I get there.

PS: Here's a random Nom that I found on the beach...NOM NOM NOM!

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3 Comments:

At 4/30/2008 8:32 AM, Blogger Burnt Couch's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Yea. I bet you spend half the time on the beach looking at eye-candy.
How is San Diego not the best?! lol

Have a great trip muffin

 
At 5/02/2008 2:03 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

that don't look like no business meeting i ever heard of...

 
At 5/02/2008 2:09 PM, Blogger Scott's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

you never know what business I might be in...

 

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