:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Thursday, April 01, 2004 ::

flight delays

So I'm sitting here at American Airlines' "Admirals Club", wondering what to do with myself with an extra two hours. My flight to San Diego was delayed for "equipment" reasons - not something I want to hear before I board a flight across the country. So if something should happen to me on this flight (God forbid), my cd collection will go to Dana, my surfboard will remain with Desert Weasel, and all my clothes shall be donated to Treasure Bill (Lord knows that boy needs some fresh threads). But I'm taking advantage of my complimentary pass to the exclusive Admirals Club by grubbin' on all the free celery and carrot sticks a boy could wish for. Mmm... produce dipped in fatty ranch dressing.

Thank God for the free wireless internet access. This place isn't all that, especially when you consider membership runs several hundred dollars per year. It's basically a large room that resembles a hotel lobby and it's filled with bald,white businessmen. Kind of hard to blend in when you're wearing a "Mind The Gap" shirt you got while in London, a Kangol cap, and Pumas, while everyone else is in a suit. Oh, and I think being the only non-white person (with hair) is a dead give-away, too.

And this just in: it's supposed to rain tomorrow in San Diego. Perfect.

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