Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, June 28, 2003 The Pitch: It's like The Return of Martin Guerre meets Two-Lane Blacktop! So, dude. I'm, like, back.Got back yesterday, in fact, but decided to spend quality time with the girlfriend rather than dashing off to update the computer. As for me, now, it's kind of quiet here at work, so I thought I'd update you quickly about some of the coolio stuff I did. Get down before it all fades out of my mind... Lemme see, first, we got on the damn plane which was an adventue in itself. Patrick (also known as Chuck, as am I, in case you didn't know) and I were supposed to meet at the Oakland airport. Edi dropped me off right at 5:00 a.m. or so, and I checked in at the front, got tired of waiting for Patrick to show up and so checked in at the front desk and headed back to the gate. Because, ho-ho, my license is expired (news to me!), I got the extra-special treatment at security where I got sneered at by three different people, shuffled to a different line, had to take off my shoes, and had a security guard jam a magic wand into my crotch from both directions: It was kinda like participating in an adaptation of the Story of O, as staged by an all-airport security cast. Additionally, the guys-who-might-be-terrorists-since-they-let-their-license-expire line was wayyyyyy shorter than the rest-of-you-poor-sonsabitches line. So even though I had to sit in a chair and put my shoes back on while a security guard threw a five dollar bill on the nightstand table and sneered, "Here, buy yourself something pretty," I got through the line about fifteen minutes faster. Works for me. Then came the waiting for Patrick to show up. This led to much comical pacing and stomach clutching from me. I would walk from our gate to a payphone and back again, fretting about whether I should call Chuck or not. On the plus side, everyone was telling me the flight we were on was delayed because of mechanical problems and there was still no idea on how long it would take for it to get fixed. On the minus side, the idea of flying to Atlanta without Patrick to move his stuff seemed like not much fun. Oh, crap, and of course, now the work starts to come in. Lemme get back to you... posted by Jeff Lester | 10:46 AM | |
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