I’m Drinking A Fat Tire Amber Ale!!!!

It’s the little things in life….

My Trip Has Started Off With A Thud
Thankfully, this did not involve an auto or a plane (this is optimistic thinking). No, it involved packing last night. Apparently whatever efforts I have made to slim my waistline have failed, and most of the shorts I expected to bring along didn’t fit. For those who are sticklers for details will remember that I bought some shorts at Target the other day ($2.50!), but I never tried them on at the store so when I did last night I found out that they were a tad too small. Oh well, I plan to keep them and challenge myself to lose enough weight so that I can fit into them.

Go O.J., Go!
Here’s Paulie’s travel tip for the day…

Even if you check in online the morning you are to fly, look at the gate assignments when you arrive at the airport. When I printed my boarding pass this morning I was told that I would be departing at 8:00am from gate A15. I arrived at gate A15 sometime shortly after 6:15am so I wasn’t too concerned that the counter wasn’t displaying information about my flight to Chicago. I sat at that gate until about 7:35am, in part typing some of this post, when I got a bit nervous. I walked to the departure listings only to find out that my flight was departing from gate B33 and that it was already boarding! I did my best OJ Simpson routine (the Hertz commercial, not the (alleged killings) and ran from Concourse A to Concourse B, toting my suitcase. Luckily I made the flight with about ten minutes to spare.

What have we learned? Do a job half-assed, and you will get half-assed results.

Ode To The Smokequarium
If you are unfamiliar with the concept of the smokequarium, allow me to explain. I like to call the glass-walled smoking rooms in the airport “smokequariums.” It’s now 6:35am and the smokequarium is half-filled with those addicts who are in need of their morning fix.

I have already gotten my morning fix of a lackluster banana-walnut muffin and coffee, so who am I to judge. I am proud to say that I have fought the urge to purchase yet another useless magazine and a PSP from the hi-tech vending machine.

Would it be wrong for me to take pictures of passersby as I wait for my flight? The airport is such a wonderful place to people watch. Ooh, there goes an Amish wait a minute the Amish don’t fly, Mennonite husband and wife. Dang, there goes a Hassidic Jewish family. Eh, there is no sense getting airport security all up in my grill…

Looks Like I Am Starting To Make It
The Akismet spam filter is starting to capture more and more spam each day. Woo Hoo! Normally spam would irritate me, but since the spam filter is catching it, spam is one-button click away from being deleted.

And You Can Get An Early Listen Too
Yesterday I received an email from somebody in the Manchester Orchestra camp. The email informed me the the guys are working on a new album, and if I wanted to get an early listen to some of the music I could follow this link. (yes, they gave me permission to publish the link.)

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – Relaxed
Current Music – none, listening to Wednesday’s “Daily Source” podcast
Website Of The Day – none, try again tomorrow

If you ever want a quick glance of the sites I’ve picked for my Websites Of The Day, you can check them out on del.icio.us, my user name is InsideThePerimeter (go figure), and they are all tagged as “blogged.”

Exercise (b)Log – running/walking approximately 4.5 miles

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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4 Responses to I’m Drinking A Fat Tire Amber Ale!!!!

  1. Barb says:

    Wait, you ran 4.5 miles and were still at the airport at 6:15AM? Damn, you will fit into those shorts soon if you keep up that dedication. I am more than impressed. See if you can find some Blue Paddle or some other of the fine products from New Belgium while you are up there.

  2. Frank (I think that's the name I last used) says:

    so tonight–I’m makin’ my hot chocolate milk and noticed that cocoa is spelled cocoA. Damn…my previous reply has at least TWO mistakes.

    oh–I love your term ‘Smokequarium.’ When I’m ready to go through ‘quitting’ to become a non-smoker, I may go to the airport and stand across the walkway from the smokequariums and remind myself why I want to be a nonsmoker.

    Damn…there’s coke, cocoa, Coco (Channel), Koko…crap…Now I’m gonna feel silly pointing out other’s mistakes…

  3. Frank sam says:

    so last night—I was makin’ my hot chocolate milk and noticed that cocoa is spelled cocoA. Damn…my previous reply has at least TWO mistakes.
    We’ve got coke, cocoa, Coco (Channel), koko….crap…Now I’m gonna feel silly pointing out other’s mistakes…

  4. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    @Barb: No, the 4.5 miles were from Wednesday night. Good call on the Blue Paddle, I’ll have to find a liquor store.

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