Five hours til we leave for Rio…five more hours, twelve more drinks, 42 more calls from the office (well, not in that order)…and its vacation! Some people got a little snippy about yesterday’s “unreliable service”, so I thought I would sneak one more post in before I left.
Otherwise, this blog is on vacation until 3/31…I’ll be tan in the next blog. Until then, just talk amongst yourselves (and please take all collect calls that could be ransom demands).
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
my brother's visit
So my brother and his family were in Nashville this past weekend with mom. The whole brood came down and stayed at The Hotel Nicola - as opposed to The Maeve Hostel (or hostile?). Now that my sister lives in Nashville, my family may.never.set.foot.in.my.house.again. They’re just glad I started a blog so they know I got a new kitchen. In fact, they just GUSH about how GREAT a hostess Nicola is…”She always has our favorite things – your mom’s favorite brand of tea…” [not chamomile?] “…veggie stuff for Michal…” [Michal’s a vegetarian? Since 2005…REALLY?? ] “…video games for Austin…” [which one is Austin again?]
Should I put a smiley face after that paragraph so you guys know I’m just kidding (!) and you also know that I.am.FINE.with.you.staying.with.Nicola…really =)
My brother is in an odd phase where is making everyone call him “barista” on account of his new…I mean refurbished…espresso maker. Thank God his kids take after their mother.
At one point during the weekend, my niece said “good thing your blog is funny….otherwise I would have to make fun of you”. And the unspoken end to that thought was…“like we do to my friend Tricia’s weird aunt who blogs about her cats”. She did…however…sound genuinely apologetic about having to make fun of me. I took this as a sign of affection. This is the same niece who just got a full ride to grad school. Coincidentally, my sister-in-law just got a brand new Mini-Cooper while she was here. (ummm, brother – you’re 6’4” – does it worry you that your wife bought a car you won’t fit in? Hadi Shriners, indeed.)
Ahhh, too bad I’m going.on.vacation. Otherwise, my brother is generally good for SEVERAL posts’ worth of material!
Should I put a smiley face after that paragraph so you guys know I’m just kidding (!) and you also know that I.am.FINE.with.you.staying.with.Nicola…really =)
My brother is in an odd phase where is making everyone call him “barista” on account of his new…I mean refurbished…espresso maker. Thank God his kids take after their mother.
At one point during the weekend, my niece said “good thing your blog is funny….otherwise I would have to make fun of you”. And the unspoken end to that thought was…“like we do to my friend Tricia’s weird aunt who blogs about her cats”. She did…however…sound genuinely apologetic about having to make fun of me. I took this as a sign of affection. This is the same niece who just got a full ride to grad school. Coincidentally, my sister-in-law just got a brand new Mini-Cooper while she was here. (ummm, brother – you’re 6’4” – does it worry you that your wife bought a car you won’t fit in? Hadi Shriners, indeed.)
Ahhh, too bad I’m going.on.vacation. Otherwise, my brother is generally good for SEVERAL posts’ worth of material!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Things I have noticed about having a blog...
There are some things I have realized now that I have a blog:
I am OBVIOUSLY not as busy as I thought I was.
Most of these jokes were a lot funnier when they were told over a couple of beers…
It is really kinda creepy when someone you.don’t.even.know comments on your blog. Like you go to a party and there’s this person there that on a normal night you wouldn’t even talk to – and then they wheel around and ask you about shopping in the couture section. It’s just a little icky, you know?
Accounting is EASY. Trying to make a kitchen sound funny is HARD.
You can write any offensive or stupid thing you want as long as you put a smiley face =) or a “bless her heart” at the end of it. For example, “she’s like a pig in heels, bless her heart”.
There doesn't seem to be one single thing about my job that’s funny.
This is really the crap that goes on inside my head. My life is a permanent SNL skit…but one of those skits that isn’t really all that funny.
New post = new apology. “No, I DON’T think Nicola is ahead of you in the Love Game.”; “of COURSE no one ELSE is going to think that’s true.” And mom, if you’re reading this, I would just like to apologize in advance for Thursday’s post. See….this blog SHOULD be called ‘it’s just a jooooooeyyyyyy” =)
Some people are morbidly curious about whether you’re going to blog about THEM. “Are you going to put that in your blog?!??” Listen people, there are only 8 visitors to this blog and 4 of them are named McConville, so you are NOT going to be famous or embarrassed.
I am OBVIOUSLY not as busy as I thought I was.
Most of these jokes were a lot funnier when they were told over a couple of beers…
It is really kinda creepy when someone you.don’t.even.know comments on your blog. Like you go to a party and there’s this person there that on a normal night you wouldn’t even talk to – and then they wheel around and ask you about shopping in the couture section. It’s just a little icky, you know?
Accounting is EASY. Trying to make a kitchen sound funny is HARD.
You can write any offensive or stupid thing you want as long as you put a smiley face =) or a “bless her heart” at the end of it. For example, “she’s like a pig in heels, bless her heart”.
There doesn't seem to be one single thing about my job that’s funny.
This is really the crap that goes on inside my head. My life is a permanent SNL skit…but one of those skits that isn’t really all that funny.
New post = new apology. “No, I DON’T think Nicola is ahead of you in the Love Game.”; “of COURSE no one ELSE is going to think that’s true.” And mom, if you’re reading this, I would just like to apologize in advance for Thursday’s post. See….this blog SHOULD be called ‘it’s just a jooooooeyyyyyy” =)
Some people are morbidly curious about whether you’re going to blog about THEM. “Are you going to put that in your blog?!??” Listen people, there are only 8 visitors to this blog and 4 of them are named McConville, so you are NOT going to be famous or embarrassed.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Happy St. Patrick's Day
I know it’s St. Patrick’s Day and I should write about my people…but I got nuthin’. What’s interesting is that this is actually a holy day in Ireland. They celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by going to church (that PARTICULAR Irish tradition being enough to make me feel pretty damn American today). Not that we Irish are above having a wee cocktail after church (or even before church, for that matter), but the Irish certainly aren’t going to be having any green beer no matter what holiday it is. Who put the frat boys in charge of OUR holiday? That’s like taking a day that was meant to honor our most respected American presidents and turning it into an excuse to shop… Because what is it about a somber religious holiday that makes people take the cheapest beer they can find, make it even worse by dying it green and then consume it til their skin turns the color of the Lucky Charms man …otherwise known as Maeve’s St. Patrick’s Day 1997…and ’01…and…what’s everyone doing tonight?
And since it is St. Patrick’s Day, my mother would just like to point out that a four leaf clover is NOT a shamrock. That while we’re talking about religious subjects (and I promise you that won’t be a line that you see very often on this blog) that the shamrock was used by St. P to illustrate the three parts of the holy trinity. It was NOT used by St. P to illustrate the father, the son, the holy ghost…and their dog Buster. The holy trinity…and a player to be named later. So basically…keep your rotten, stinkin token of good luck to yourself (perhaps after the famines and the wars and the poverty…ummm, the Irish shouldn’t be sooooooo quick to piss all over the good luck charms – just a thought).
All I can say is…I’ll drink my communion wine to that.
Slainte
And since it is St. Patrick’s Day, my mother would just like to point out that a four leaf clover is NOT a shamrock. That while we’re talking about religious subjects (and I promise you that won’t be a line that you see very often on this blog) that the shamrock was used by St. P to illustrate the three parts of the holy trinity. It was NOT used by St. P to illustrate the father, the son, the holy ghost…and their dog Buster. The holy trinity…and a player to be named later. So basically…keep your rotten, stinkin token of good luck to yourself (perhaps after the famines and the wars and the poverty…ummm, the Irish shouldn’t be sooooooo quick to piss all over the good luck charms – just a thought).
All I can say is…I’ll drink my communion wine to that.
Slainte
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Weekend
This blog generally takes the weekend off…because, let’s be honest….writing these things (and lord knows reading them) is really only fun when it involves playing hooky from work…
Meet you back here Monday…
Meet you back here Monday…
Friday, March 14, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Kitchen Confidential
Seeing as I am in Nashville – it seems like a good time to blog about my house. Those of you have been through my cracker jack box of a house lately have noticed a bit of a change in the kitchen over the past year…since a certain someone started coming around.
So here we go – things I’ve noticed about my kitchen lately:
First of all…it’s being used. Earlier plans to convert it into a sports den have been scuttled.
You mean BESIDES the new fridge, stove, microwave, dishwasher, toaster and butcher block table? And ummm…the light fixture which is free with every $5,000 appliance purchase at home depot? Well…there’s not really a whole lot MORE to a kitchen than that, now is there?
How can a cupboard be sooooooooooo jam-packed and there STILL be nothing to eat in the house??? What, you call these things ingredients? I mean, what is this stuff…capers, sundried tomatoes, orzo, a $14 jar of “farmhouse lemons” (whatever the hell those are) and something called forbidden rice – which SOUNDS exotic, but looks like something I just plucked off Molly’s stomach. Isn’t there a leftover sleeve of Ritz crackers hiding behind all that Williams Sonoma shit?
I now own enough chamomile tea to soothe a small country
Molly’s open treat bag does NOT go in the same cupboard as the people food…(seriously, its forbidden rice – who’s hurting who here?)
The cookbooks have moved for the first time since 1997.
You can’t find a tin of cheap Folgers coffee around here for love nor money. Your choices are a $12-a-lb Starbucks coffee (still a steal compared to farmhouse lemons) or …chamomile tea.
I need not one but two $300 knives. Obviously, these come from the couture section of Williams Sonoma.
The George Foreman grill seems to find a deeper recess of my cupboard every time I look for it. Something tells me my old buddy George is not long for this world.
Apparently, we are SERIOUS about recycling…and if I throw one more Diet Coke can in the trash – its nothing but forbidden rice for me.
So here we go – things I’ve noticed about my kitchen lately:
First of all…it’s being used. Earlier plans to convert it into a sports den have been scuttled.
You mean BESIDES the new fridge, stove, microwave, dishwasher, toaster and butcher block table? And ummm…the light fixture which is free with every $5,000 appliance purchase at home depot? Well…there’s not really a whole lot MORE to a kitchen than that, now is there?
How can a cupboard be sooooooooooo jam-packed and there STILL be nothing to eat in the house??? What, you call these things ingredients? I mean, what is this stuff…capers, sundried tomatoes, orzo, a $14 jar of “farmhouse lemons” (whatever the hell those are) and something called forbidden rice – which SOUNDS exotic, but looks like something I just plucked off Molly’s stomach. Isn’t there a leftover sleeve of Ritz crackers hiding behind all that Williams Sonoma shit?
I now own enough chamomile tea to soothe a small country
Molly’s open treat bag does NOT go in the same cupboard as the people food…(seriously, its forbidden rice – who’s hurting who here?)
The cookbooks have moved for the first time since 1997.
You can’t find a tin of cheap Folgers coffee around here for love nor money. Your choices are a $12-a-lb Starbucks coffee (still a steal compared to farmhouse lemons) or …chamomile tea.
I need not one but two $300 knives. Obviously, these come from the couture section of Williams Sonoma.
The George Foreman grill seems to find a deeper recess of my cupboard every time I look for it. Something tells me my old buddy George is not long for this world.
Apparently, we are SERIOUS about recycling…and if I throw one more Diet Coke can in the trash – its nothing but forbidden rice for me.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Spitzer Swallows
[okay – I TOTALLY got that title from Jon Stewart, but it was too good to pass up]
Turns out good old Margaret B. Jones isn’t the only one devising a little fantasy life. The governor of New York, our third most populous state, seems to have a naughty little alter ego to go with his righteousosity (I can’t spell the real words). Did he forget for a minute that he wasn't Republican? For those of you who have been asleep since Monday, Eliot Spitzer was discovered to have been sending text messages to high priced call girls for the last five years.
No wonder my friends hate it when I text them – turns out those pesky little messages have a half-life longer than carbon. God forbid someone ever publish my txt messages containing all my lame excuses for not calling.
But back to the subject at hand…(sorry for the two-days-in-a-row of current event blogs – obviously I was trapped on an airplane with half a dozen newspapers. It’s a good thing I got carried away with the drink coupons or it could have been a whole week’s worth of current event blogs). Anyway, Governor Spitzer most recently arranged for a prostitute to come to the Mayflower hotel in Washington D.C. the night before his testimony to Congress on the state of the bond market. Now…..what says “preparation for a bond market hearing” more than a visit from a high-priced call girl??? I mean….do these guys just lose their moral compass ENTIRELY at the mere MENTION of going to Congress?? Apparently, the prospect of being on C-Span was not exciting enough for Governor Spitzer.
I guess you do have to hand it to Spitzer for expecting his blow job the night BEFORE his congressional hearing, which is more than we can say for Roger Clemens.
And this is no joke…the call girls were rated (and correspondingly priced) by a 7-diamond rating scale. I suppose its too much to expect employee relations in the prostitution business, but seriously….how demeaning is it to be the 1-diamond call girl? Do you think their MBO payouts were based on their diamond ratings? The call-girl ring also offered frequent customer rewards and volume discounts (and if I wasn’t so prim I could take this blog in a WHOLE new direction… I can’t even stand to make my frequent flier joke after that lead-in…)
Well, I hate to cut this entry short, but I have GOT to prepare for my bond market hearing tomorrow....
Turns out good old Margaret B. Jones isn’t the only one devising a little fantasy life. The governor of New York, our third most populous state, seems to have a naughty little alter ego to go with his righteousosity (I can’t spell the real words). Did he forget for a minute that he wasn't Republican? For those of you who have been asleep since Monday, Eliot Spitzer was discovered to have been sending text messages to high priced call girls for the last five years.
No wonder my friends hate it when I text them – turns out those pesky little messages have a half-life longer than carbon. God forbid someone ever publish my txt messages containing all my lame excuses for not calling.
But back to the subject at hand…(sorry for the two-days-in-a-row of current event blogs – obviously I was trapped on an airplane with half a dozen newspapers. It’s a good thing I got carried away with the drink coupons or it could have been a whole week’s worth of current event blogs). Anyway, Governor Spitzer most recently arranged for a prostitute to come to the Mayflower hotel in Washington D.C. the night before his testimony to Congress on the state of the bond market. Now…..what says “preparation for a bond market hearing” more than a visit from a high-priced call girl??? I mean….do these guys just lose their moral compass ENTIRELY at the mere MENTION of going to Congress?? Apparently, the prospect of being on C-Span was not exciting enough for Governor Spitzer.
I guess you do have to hand it to Spitzer for expecting his blow job the night BEFORE his congressional hearing, which is more than we can say for Roger Clemens.
And this is no joke…the call girls were rated (and correspondingly priced) by a 7-diamond rating scale. I suppose its too much to expect employee relations in the prostitution business, but seriously….how demeaning is it to be the 1-diamond call girl? Do you think their MBO payouts were based on their diamond ratings? The call-girl ring also offered frequent customer rewards and volume discounts (and if I wasn’t so prim I could take this blog in a WHOLE new direction… I can’t even stand to make my frequent flier joke after that lead-in…)
Well, I hate to cut this entry short, but I have GOT to prepare for my bond market hearing tomorrow....
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Obama's consolation prizes
Okay – at this blog, we aim to be both educational AND entertaining. And seeing that we don’t stand a shot at entertaining, we better get to work on educational. Today’s primer is on the Democratic primary (catchy, eh?).
Hillary & Bill (we’re on a first name basis now) were in the news this weekend for suggesting that Obama (who is in 1st place) would make a dream vice-presidential candidate for Hillary (who is in 2nd….aka LAST…place). Which is slightly akin to Anne Louise or I offering Nicola the top-spot in the Love Game… Ironical, eh?
So in the spirit of current events, we have identified some additional useless things that Hillary could offer Obama to entice him to take a dive:
(If you understand more than about three of these, you need to shut off your internet explorer and get.back.to.work. Whoever can explain the most references in this list wins a free Obamagirl CD.)
Here we go…10 additional useless things that Hillary is willing to offer Obama if he would just concede this election, already:
Hillary’s copy of “Special Prosecutors for Dummies”
An ambassadorship for Michelle to Canada, where they also do not practice Islam, “that she knows of"
All the phone numbers in Eliot Spitzer’s rolodex
Her boffo campaign strategy playbook to use against Jeb Bush in 2016.
Her “pledge” that Chelsea won’t run against him in 2016.
A promise to call him at 3 a.m. at least quarterly
Usage of her yet unveiled campaign slogan…”Endless polls to determine important positions - $60 million; catering bill in Iowa - $11 million; old, white ladies in the rust belt – priceless.”
Guaranteed internships for both daughters in the East Wing (ummm, this is where Bill’s office is)
Her subscription to Oprah, the Magazine
Monday, March 10, 2008
Shopping for Rio
What better way to spend a sunny, spring-like weekend in San Diego than…stuck in an airless mall shopping for clothes that are all too small!!!! Rita and I covered some fresh, new relationship territory when we went shopping for HOURS for our trip to Brazil. Should you worry even if your girlfriend promises never to call you that name again???
So let’s describe the Maeve-approach to shopping vs. the Rita-approach to shopping. MY contribution to the weekend was the “Shoe Pavilion” where every day is a “SALE, SALE, SALE”…RITA’s contribution to the weekend was a personal shopper at Nordstrom. If there were ever any doubt at to which one of us was Felix and which one was Oscar…well, who are we kidding – there’s never been any doubt. At one point, Rita suggested we should “wander” over to the couture section, “just to get some ideas”. First of all, the sales lady greeted Rita by NAME, never a good $ign. Second of all, no one ELSE was wearing a ball cap in the Armani section. In about 60 seconds, that sales lady had about $3,000 worth of clothes in a dressing room…aka 4 pieces. One of them was this fabulous, orangish-peach tank shell. I thought it looked sort of South Beach on me…but I was afraid it wasn’t like salsa-dancin’-south-beach, but more like Nathan-Lane-in-Birdcage-south-beach. Don’t worry though, I opted for my mortgage payment instead of the shirt, so I don’t have to stress about that whole Nathan Lane thing after all.
I DID end up buying a new skirt…so who ever guessed “vacation” over “funeral” or “wedding” in the when’s-maeve-ever-gonna-wear-a-skirt-again pool, you win. But now, that’s a blog unto itself…
So let’s describe the Maeve-approach to shopping vs. the Rita-approach to shopping. MY contribution to the weekend was the “Shoe Pavilion” where every day is a “SALE, SALE, SALE”…RITA’s contribution to the weekend was a personal shopper at Nordstrom. If there were ever any doubt at to which one of us was Felix and which one was Oscar…well, who are we kidding – there’s never been any doubt. At one point, Rita suggested we should “wander” over to the couture section, “just to get some ideas”. First of all, the sales lady greeted Rita by NAME, never a good $ign. Second of all, no one ELSE was wearing a ball cap in the Armani section. In about 60 seconds, that sales lady had about $3,000 worth of clothes in a dressing room…aka 4 pieces. One of them was this fabulous, orangish-peach tank shell. I thought it looked sort of South Beach on me…but I was afraid it wasn’t like salsa-dancin’-south-beach, but more like Nathan-Lane-in-Birdcage-south-beach. Don’t worry though, I opted for my mortgage payment instead of the shirt, so I don’t have to stress about that whole Nathan Lane thing after all.
I DID end up buying a new skirt…so who ever guessed “vacation” over “funeral” or “wedding” in the when’s-maeve-ever-gonna-wear-a-skirt-again pool, you win. But now, that’s a blog unto itself…
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Truth or Consequences
Have you guys heard all the ruckus about the book “Love and Consequences”? It’s a real life story about this half-white/half native-American girl growing up in foster care in south central L.A and how she copes with gang life and running drugs and everything else. It’s been a big deal – featured by the NY Times & NPR. How an inner-city girl got out and lives to tell this really affecting story.
It’s by Margaret B. Jones. Except…it turns out…that it’s NOT by Margaret B. JONES…it’s by Margaret B. SETZER. Margaret B. Setzer - who grew up in Thousand Oaks, California with a nice, loving, suburban family of four. The bitch made the whole thing up. Every bit of it. All 300 pages. I may make up little things about speeding tickets and drink coupons, but a whole stinkin’ book? No way. The half native-American thing was a nice touch…get a little minority c.v. going.
I think she deserves credit for being able to come up with 300 pages of black urban experiences and making it sound authentic. She is obviously NOT from Vermont. Of course, maybe it only sounds authentic to people like the New York Times and NPR and me….probably not the keenest judges of inner-city life.
And how did she get found out? That’s right…her SISTER called the Times and ratted her out. No call to mom, no bicycle-kicking to settle the score (that’s an inside joke for Nicola)…the SISTER just called the Times and gave them the whole run-down.
Let that be a lesson to you…that lies are always found out.
Signed,
Your half native-American sister.
It’s by Margaret B. Jones. Except…it turns out…that it’s NOT by Margaret B. JONES…it’s by Margaret B. SETZER. Margaret B. Setzer - who grew up in Thousand Oaks, California with a nice, loving, suburban family of four. The bitch made the whole thing up. Every bit of it. All 300 pages. I may make up little things about speeding tickets and drink coupons, but a whole stinkin’ book? No way. The half native-American thing was a nice touch…get a little minority c.v. going.
I think she deserves credit for being able to come up with 300 pages of black urban experiences and making it sound authentic. She is obviously NOT from Vermont. Of course, maybe it only sounds authentic to people like the New York Times and NPR and me….probably not the keenest judges of inner-city life.
And how did she get found out? That’s right…her SISTER called the Times and ratted her out. No call to mom, no bicycle-kicking to settle the score (that’s an inside joke for Nicola)…the SISTER just called the Times and gave them the whole run-down.
Let that be a lesson to you…that lies are always found out.
Signed,
Your half native-American sister.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Albany NY
Fun Fact of the Day – What do a box of cracker jacks and a speeding ticket in the state of New York have in common? There’s a surprise at the end of both of them! Turns out when you get a speeding ticket in the state of NY, you have to mail in your guilty/non-guilty plea and then they tell you later what your penalty is. Ummmmmmmmm, THAT’S not fair!! Last time I did that, I didn’t have a license for a year, remember that? And please…aren’t they supposed to spot you like 5 miles. I must not have been a very sympathetic figure in my big Toyota highlander because that rat bastard gave me a ticket for every BIT of the 83 miles per hour that I was ALLEDGEDLY traveling.
Which in turn made me even LATER for my flight. Good thing the Albany airport is the size of my living room. I asked the little old TSA man if I could cut to the front of the security line seeing as my flight left in 26 minutes. His reply – “ma’am, you can only take two bags through”. Omigod, my head almost spun around. Here I am trying to make this flight and this little old man of a power trip is telling me I can’t take my suitcase, briefcase and purse on the airplane. To which I, of course, replied “shouldn’t you be somewhere greeting Wal Mart shoppers or serving Otis Spunkmeyer cookies??? Here’s my purse, I hope you’re happy.” Needless to say, I got the extra security check.
Which in turn made me even LATER for my flight. Good thing the Albany airport is the size of my living room. I asked the little old TSA man if I could cut to the front of the security line seeing as my flight left in 26 minutes. His reply – “ma’am, you can only take two bags through”. Omigod, my head almost spun around. Here I am trying to make this flight and this little old man of a power trip is telling me I can’t take my suitcase, briefcase and purse on the airplane. To which I, of course, replied “shouldn’t you be somewhere greeting Wal Mart shoppers or serving Otis Spunkmeyer cookies??? Here’s my purse, I hope you’re happy.” Needless to say, I got the extra security check.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Soutwest Business Class
You know I like to deal in all things Southwest, right? Well, I think I have figured out a glitch in their new “business class” airfares. You’ve heard of their “business class” - you get to board first and get double frequent flyer credits and a free drink coupon. It’s like a trick to make you think you’re getting something. But its only twenty bucks more than the normal fares, so the trick totally works on me…
But I have figured out how to game.the.system. Oh yeah, baby – the fountain of free drink coupons. See, when you check in online from your computer – you print out your free drink coupon. But for some reason, if you check in again at the airport to reprint your boarding pass, (because…say…you’re an accountant who can’t keep track of ANYTING) then it prints out your drink coupon AGAIN. That’s right…and you can just keep reprinting that boarding pass and collecting drink coupons like it’s a slot machine payout. Oh yeah baby. If your flight has two legs to it…two-fer on the drink coupons. I am sure I am showing up on some report for checking into my flight from Nashville to Manchester 37 times, but that hasn’t stopped them from bringing me my FREE miller lites. I think we know what everyone is getting in their Christmas stockings!!!!
But I have figured out how to game.the.system. Oh yeah, baby – the fountain of free drink coupons. See, when you check in online from your computer – you print out your free drink coupon. But for some reason, if you check in again at the airport to reprint your boarding pass, (because…say…you’re an accountant who can’t keep track of ANYTING) then it prints out your drink coupon AGAIN. That’s right…and you can just keep reprinting that boarding pass and collecting drink coupons like it’s a slot machine payout. Oh yeah baby. If your flight has two legs to it…two-fer on the drink coupons. I am sure I am showing up on some report for checking into my flight from Nashville to Manchester 37 times, but that hasn’t stopped them from bringing me my FREE miller lites. I think we know what everyone is getting in their Christmas stockings!!!!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Vermont
Greetings from VERMONT - the whitest state in the union. Seriously - I had to look up some population data for my project and it turns out that the state is 97% caucasian. No kidding. 97%! i haven't seen a person of color since i arrived two weeks ago. Is this what the entire country of Canada looks like? There's a lot of classic rock radio stations in this state...LOTS of Bob Seger and Bruce Springsteen.
I am not 100% certain, but shouldn't a state have its own airport??? How can a whole state not have a single airport? Forget Southwest - you can't fly into this state on ANY airline. My entire travel itinerary consists "just get get me CLOSE and I'll take it from there". Except there doesn't seem to be any interstates either. No airports and no interstates. Its totally a new reality show - Escape from Vermont. No wonder there's no diversity, you have to practically BREAK INTO the state.
and its cold.
I am not 100% certain, but shouldn't a state have its own airport??? How can a whole state not have a single airport? Forget Southwest - you can't fly into this state on ANY airline. My entire travel itinerary consists "just get get me CLOSE and I'll take it from there". Except there doesn't seem to be any interstates either. No airports and no interstates. Its totally a new reality show - Escape from Vermont. No wonder there's no diversity, you have to practically BREAK INTO the state.
and its cold.
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