Interesting weekend on the whole.
Eh...who am I kidding...boring as hell. And I liked it.
I got home after my adventures in inept business travel on Thursday night. I was quite pleased to be home. And, amazingly, for the 2nd week in a row, I had an on-time flight. Who knew? The only setback was arriving to PHL about 5 minutes too late to switch to the 3:45 flight. I had to sit around and wait for the 5:30. If only I had chosen to piss my pants instead of stopping on the NJ Turnpike. Damn my bladder!
On Saturday, I come down here to the office and see an email from WarCryGirl. It seems she's going to some fucktards festival in Atlanta and needs help with the travel arrangements. Now, considering that this is the same woman who blew her kids' minds by taking them on an escalator back last summer, I knew I'd have to be gentle.
This would not be easy. She lives in Bumfuck NC and sits roughly 90 miles from any airport. And she's got up to 4 to choose from! How can you live that far from so many airports? It's amazing. And, since Atlanta is expensive to fly to, all 4 are...well...expensive. We got over that part early on and started looking for hotels. I think I found her some decent options in the area surrounding her lame-ass convention thing, but who knows? She's likely to get lost and wander aimlessly. But hey, it's not like Atlanta isn't a safe place for an awestruck white lady from NC to be wandering in or anything. It's got to be almost as safe as Detroit.
God Speed, lady. God Speed.
Boy...quite a game last night.
Eesh...that was ugly. And even the commercials sucked. One enjoyable part was sitting on the couch and listening to Shmuppie yell "Clean the camera" over and over again. Hey CBS, when a 4 year old is mocking your production, it's time to sit a few plays out.
And, hey...did you know that both coaches are black? I would never have known.
It's too bad Barbaro wasn't there. His spirit was.
This should be a week filled with sorrow. On Wednesday, I'm heading to Long Island for the day. I'll be flying up in the AM and home in the evening. I volunteered for this duty to score goodwill points and to avoid getting sent up there for the start of this week. I was in no mood to go to NJ for 3 days. So, up I go on Wednesday. At the same time, my crazed mother starts her trip down. By the time I land, she'll be living in NC. I may try to get myself sucked into a jet turbine. It's probably for the best.
My father's driving down on Friday afternoon/evening. He's also not staying at our house; instead choosing to martyr it up in their empty house. Fine by me. Shmuppie and I are going to be busy on Saturday when the truck arrives. I bought us tickets to the circus for Saturday afternoon. Coupled with a trip to the Farmer's Market in the AM, I should be able to avoid any manual labor that day. I'm hoping for dysentery for Sunday to keep up the non-work. And, lucky girl that she is, while my father is sitting in traffic, JewelrySlut will be winging it to Northern Ireland. When I saw ChurchBomber and MerlotMan last week, I got some details of the upcoming trip. Sounds like it will involve a lot of beer and driving down to (as I call it) Real Ireland for sightseeing. They should have a good time.
Naturally, all this travel talk has me jonesing for a vacation. We have to be in NJ in May for my reunion. I'm convincing myself that flying from EWR to San Juan is not a god allocation of fiscal resources. As much as I'd like a week in the warm, it's probably not a good idea. As it is, it will be summer here by them anyway. And, I'll be in the middle of a mess and a half here at home.
The Homeowners Association's annual meeting is in May and I have to come up with an idea for the dilapidated clubhouse by then. How do I fix this thing and not either bang every homeowner for a huge assessment or end up taking our Reserve Funds to a casino and putting it all on Red? Does anyone have like $200,000 I can have? Not borrow; have. Let me know.
Well, I have little or nothing else of any value to say.
Be careful when you step off the escalator, the steps are moving.