Vegas was fun:
Jubilee = hot enough women on stage, but wafting toward you is the perfume of old women... not a nice melange
Zumanity = hotter than any stripshow...ever. fucking amazing. far far better than the webiste will ever describe. inspiring physically, and artistically.
Newark, when your flight to manchester gets cancelled, is a horrble, horrible place to have to stay.
So on my way back from sunny, warm, inviting and dynamic Las Vegas, i got stuck in Newark for an undertermined amount of time. Firtst my flight gets cancelled, so i have to wait an hour and a half in line to get rebooked, only she gives me a reciept for a boarding pass instead of a real boarding pass, so that when i go to see what fate has conspired against my baggage, i can't get back into the terminals... which means i can't get any food other than hiddeously expensive pre-made turkey sandwiches... or gum. i resign myself to sitting in the cold, seat-less and teeming-with-other-lost-souls baggage claim area for (good luck) 14 hours or (bad luck) 26 hours. instead, i'm talked into taking a bus to Penn station in manhattan and the subways to brooklyn... only the way i am told to take doesn't exist, as the A,C and E trains are running on the F line that night, so i end up way the fuck too far out in brooklyn in the freezing cold with nothing but a hoodie and a scarf because, well... i wasn't expecting to be stuck and i didn't need a jacket in vegas. i'm in the middle of nowhere, intimidated by the people on the street, none looking friendly and all outweighting me by a good 50 lbs... finally find my way to Halley's place freezing to death, exhausted and irritable... spend the night and have to make my way back to the airport in the noonish time. works out fine till i get on the NJTransit where a train they instruct us to get on is no good... move to another train and the air-train at newark is acting up, wait longer in the baggage claim area (because, while you can apparently check in 24hours in advance with an e-ticket from home - you have to wait till four hours prior to your flight when you have an actual ticket, asshats) get to the bar near the terminal thinking in four hours or so at 8:40 i'll be on my way home, after two days in limbo and narry a shower in sight. i have a $6.50 Sam's Heiffewiesen that just about knocks me down, due to my nutritional deficit, and a turkey grill to wash it down... hours and David Sedaris's "Me Talk Pretty One Day" Later, i find that my flights been delayed another hours to 9:30... then to 10...then to 10:30... i want to give up, i'm so tired i just want to be home, but even when i reach manchester i know i have to (hopefully) retrieve my luggage and drive the 45min or more to my house...then work the next day...
on the upside, Vegas was wonderful, i got to spend time with one of my dearest friends who i only wish was vastly closer now that i realize just how much i miss her, and, i read more in a 72 hour span than i've read in ...well...many many months put together...
David Sedaris - Me Talk Pretty One Day - entertaining, well written, but not thought provoking mostly...
Milan Kundera - Laughable Loves - intersting short stories, not much point, good, but pales in comparrison to Ignorance, or Unbearable Lightness of Being
Ayn Rand - Atlas Shrugged - fucking thick. tiny ass print, interesting story, interesting characters, makes you think a fuckton but ultimately written a little clunkily, not the most graceful novel, nor the most realistic, but all still thought-provoking
Chris Palahniuk - Lullaby - interesting tid bits, intersting idea, not all that thought provoking but well written.
Lesson - stick with Kundera, Pirsig, Jung and Thompson.
Misc Lessons Learned:
"you must be the change you wish to see in the world"
-ghandi
"it was futile to attack with reason the stout wall of irrational feelings that, as is known, is the stuff of which the female soul is made."
-kundera
it is not far from happiness to suspicion"
-kundera
"to your soul, which lights up when it descends from your head into your belly, and which goes out when it rises back up to your head"
-kundera
and to all a good night.
Jubilee = hot enough women on stage, but wafting toward you is the perfume of old women... not a nice melange
Zumanity = hotter than any stripshow...ever. fucking amazing. far far better than the webiste will ever describe. inspiring physically, and artistically.
Newark, when your flight to manchester gets cancelled, is a horrble, horrible place to have to stay.
So on my way back from sunny, warm, inviting and dynamic Las Vegas, i got stuck in Newark for an undertermined amount of time. Firtst my flight gets cancelled, so i have to wait an hour and a half in line to get rebooked, only she gives me a reciept for a boarding pass instead of a real boarding pass, so that when i go to see what fate has conspired against my baggage, i can't get back into the terminals... which means i can't get any food other than hiddeously expensive pre-made turkey sandwiches... or gum. i resign myself to sitting in the cold, seat-less and teeming-with-other-lost-souls baggage claim area for (good luck) 14 hours or (bad luck) 26 hours. instead, i'm talked into taking a bus to Penn station in manhattan and the subways to brooklyn... only the way i am told to take doesn't exist, as the A,C and E trains are running on the F line that night, so i end up way the fuck too far out in brooklyn in the freezing cold with nothing but a hoodie and a scarf because, well... i wasn't expecting to be stuck and i didn't need a jacket in vegas. i'm in the middle of nowhere, intimidated by the people on the street, none looking friendly and all outweighting me by a good 50 lbs... finally find my way to Halley's place freezing to death, exhausted and irritable... spend the night and have to make my way back to the airport in the noonish time. works out fine till i get on the NJTransit where a train they instruct us to get on is no good... move to another train and the air-train at newark is acting up, wait longer in the baggage claim area (because, while you can apparently check in 24hours in advance with an e-ticket from home - you have to wait till four hours prior to your flight when you have an actual ticket, asshats) get to the bar near the terminal thinking in four hours or so at 8:40 i'll be on my way home, after two days in limbo and narry a shower in sight. i have a $6.50 Sam's Heiffewiesen that just about knocks me down, due to my nutritional deficit, and a turkey grill to wash it down... hours and David Sedaris's "Me Talk Pretty One Day" Later, i find that my flights been delayed another hours to 9:30... then to 10...then to 10:30... i want to give up, i'm so tired i just want to be home, but even when i reach manchester i know i have to (hopefully) retrieve my luggage and drive the 45min or more to my house...then work the next day...
on the upside, Vegas was wonderful, i got to spend time with one of my dearest friends who i only wish was vastly closer now that i realize just how much i miss her, and, i read more in a 72 hour span than i've read in ...well...many many months put together...
David Sedaris - Me Talk Pretty One Day - entertaining, well written, but not thought provoking mostly...
Milan Kundera - Laughable Loves - intersting short stories, not much point, good, but pales in comparrison to Ignorance, or Unbearable Lightness of Being
Ayn Rand - Atlas Shrugged - fucking thick. tiny ass print, interesting story, interesting characters, makes you think a fuckton but ultimately written a little clunkily, not the most graceful novel, nor the most realistic, but all still thought-provoking
Chris Palahniuk - Lullaby - interesting tid bits, intersting idea, not all that thought provoking but well written.
Lesson - stick with Kundera, Pirsig, Jung and Thompson.
Misc Lessons Learned:
"you must be the change you wish to see in the world"
-ghandi
"it was futile to attack with reason the stout wall of irrational feelings that, as is known, is the stuff of which the female soul is made."
-kundera
it is not far from happiness to suspicion"
-kundera
"to your soul, which lights up when it descends from your head into your belly, and which goes out when it rises back up to your head"
-kundera
and to all a good night.
Newark airport is absolute hell to be stuck in at any time whatsoever. Sounds like you had a hell of an ordeal. Well, I guess what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
I love Sederis. I have "Me talk pretty one day" but I thought his book "Naked" was funnier and more interesting. I've noticed that Chris Palahniuk is a bit of an aquired taste.
Glad to hear Vegas was fun