I think it can. This one has for sure if it is possible. No apologies but I’ll blow the “E-dust” off of it. Blogging hasn’t been a priority so much as surviving and attempting to make sense of life has been. So you can imagine that a lot has happened since the last post. I’m not even sure who’s reading, but to those that may still have this handy, here’s the extract: Job is good, best friends in DC moved away, confused about where I should be.
I wish there was more variety to that, but when I think about it, I don’t know what else to write about. I love my job, good group of guys, its fun, interesting, rewarding, and a tiny bit fulfilling. Not my dream, but it will suffice until I know what’s next… I hope I’m not saying that in 20 years. Jeramie and Amber moved away and got married. They were my go to folks for lunch, dinner, and whatever. Still a little sad and rediscovering how difficult it is to crack groups of friends in DC. Makes me want to move back to Atlanta…again. I have other reasons, but I can’t go into those right now. That touches on my confusion about where I’m supposed to be. I’m finding success in DC, but I still feel out of place here. I wonder if Atlanta will fill that void, I have a feeling it won’t but the curiosity is going to drive me insane. I feel like my military brat instincts are taking over and just making me want to move. Enough about me. Let’s talk about the shortened chronicles of my flying experiences.
Delta = failboat
I have flown for 5 consecutive weekends now. 4 out of 5 were with Delta, 4 out of those 4 were delayed. 2 for weather, 1 for mechanical failure, and 1 for no reason given. Understandable, out of their control, etc etc. Don’t care. Customer service failed them every time. Lying to passengers, treating them like garbage, not telling them anything, are just a few things that come to mind.
In a related story, my flight this morning, which was delayed for no apparent reason, was supposed to leave at 8:30 am which meant I was supposed to be there around 6:30. No traffic allowed me to be there at 6:15. I checked my bag, for $15 to cover the increased fuel costs right? Oh wait, fuel came back down in price… -10 points for Delta again. Back on track…I get in the security line and there are two guys in front of me, both dressed in jeans, black jackets, and black boots. One is wearing sunglasses and has a distinguished look about him. A TSA agent comes up to him and my thought is this guy’s in trouble. She goes on to tell him that she loves his music and that she loves his new video. Another lady does this, another man does this. It happens about 6 times before we get to the agent who checks your boarding pass. I still don’t have a clue who this man is. I’m intrigued though. So being the clever person I am, I’ll just check his ID card as he hands it to the agent. He pulls out a passport, name is Alan Horne. I’m stumped. As soon as he walks away, I ask the agent who that was. He says, “Thats Robin Thicke baby! You know, I’m lost wit ouchyoo!” I say, “Oh yeah…” not having a clue what song he was talking about. I had heard of Robin Thicke though. I used to like that song “When I Get You Alone” from 2002. So after we proceed through the metal detectors and gather our things. I tell RT (as he is affectionately called on the web) as we are putting shoes back on, “I would be lying if I said I was a fan, but I remember your old stuff, and I liked it. Keep up the good music and safe travels to where ever you are heading.” He responds, “Thanks for saying that, listen to the new stuff, and become a fan! God Bless.” Interesting response. I would have not pegged him to say God Bless first of all. Second of all he wasn’t above plugging his own music still even after he had achieved this celebrity status. Third of all, he was a genuinely nice guy. He was very grateful for all the compliments and very receptive to the attention. So he actually gained a fan today. Its good to know that somebody who has that reached that level of success didn’t turn out to be a huge jerk. I have met some pro athletes and other big band members and have found many to be too cool to talk to fans or converse with them. I mean just a few words can go a long way with an average person. Don’t blow it when you have the chance. I say this as if a celebrity is reading, slim chance, but just in case. I did however youtube a lot of his music and its all pretty good. I recommend him for good music and congeniality reasons.
Right now: playlist of touchy feeling songs including ballads from Chicago, Journey, Boston, and other sappy songs. Its fairly indicative of my mood. I drove down to Good Stuff to eat a late dinner. I drove slow and made it a point to pass some of the tourist sites. The clothes on my bed are mocking me. Time to put in my new ATHF DVD and do some work on my disaster of a room.
Comments are more than welcome. I’ll pay 10 theoretical internet dollars for each one.
What are we, chop liva’?
Also, my vote for airline failboat is American. It took 90 minutes to give them my $15, then they told us we were going to park for an hour before taking off to free up the gate, AND sorry folks, no heat in 10 degrees…. gotta save fuel.
I’ve never had chopped liver, so assuming that its bad. Of course you aren’t. This has been a year and a half long struggle for me. You guys are great. Remind me to pay your 10 theoretical internet dollars.
didn’t big band go out in the 50’s? when you met those big band members they must have been really old… unless… you’re old?
my door is always open. okay… i lie. it’s locked all the time but just knock… i’ll open it if i’m home. i am always stocked with some mac and cheese or turkey breast and bread. if you come in the city, you should stop by.
the prices at good stuff are way expensive. the food’s good but it’s expensive.
btw… for the longest time i thought robin thicke was a woman who played a character on that show “a different world.” come to find out he’s not a woman.
Old is relative right? 26? to a 3 year old, yes. To you or me, I sure hope not. I’ll stop by more. Its good to know where the open doors are here. Good stuff is expensive but so worth it when you are craving it. Sidenote: There is no line on Monday nights around 9:30 and I found a free parking spot.
Interestingly enough, Robin Thicke is a man, in fact he is the son of Alan Thicke who played the father, Dr. Jason Seaver, on Growing Pains.
Is it sad that I had no idea who Robin Thicke was but could instantly picture Alan Thicke?
And if you’re ever looking for company at good stuff, shoot me an e-mail or drop me a line (# on Facebook). I live 4.5 blocks from there.
Hey, man, long time. Hit me up on the Facebook sometime, and we’ll chat! Anyway, as for your flight troubles–try flying in and out of the smaller, “Class Charlie” airports (Chattanooga, Huntsville, Birmingham, Myrtle Beach, Savannah, etc.). TSA is usually a lot more lenient and fares are, many times, cheaper (of course, depending on scheduling), but the flip side is that you’re flying to an outlying area and would have to take a bus, train, or rental car to your final destination.
Hope this helps, but if it doesn’t, at least I get 10 theoretical Internet dollars, w00t!