Last week was a fairly chilled out California trip; I had so many meetings at work that there wasn’t a whole lot of time for much else. I did get to hang out with fuddruckus and manders a couple of nights, but I wasn’t able to go on a date with GMX. I also wanted to go see which off-ramp Cal is living under these days but couldn’t swing a trip up to the city.
I made a pretty dumb mistake with my flight booking and so I left San Heezy at 9am and didn’t get into Madison until 11pm. Along the way I stopped in beautiful LAX and MSP (ed note: LAX not beautiful). I found out that my new credit card allows me $25 access to the Delta Sky Club and it’s all-you-can-drink booze and comfortable chairs. I wouldn’t normally do that but I had a 2.5 hour layover at LAX and a 3 hour layover in MSP so I jumped in with both feet. The result: pretty drunk on the last MSP ✈ MSN leg. I almost forgot my Kindle in the seat pocket when I staggered off the plane to baggage claim.
For those that weren’t following along, I was holding court on various Star Trek: The Next Generation topics while pounding Canadian Club & Cokes:
While I was out in California I was alerted to the fact that I might need to go to Bangalore, India on a trip at some point this fall. Fuddruckus told me scary stories of goats eating burning piles of garbage on the side of the road, and neverending sickness from drinking the water. That scares me. However, the ability to get 20,000+ airline miles would bump me from being treated like a Dickhead every time ti fly to being treated like a Chump. It doesn’t sound like much, but it is. Also, at least then I could say I’ve been to India? Right? RIGHT?!