How is it that, despite snowing but once this entire winter, we manage the complete winter mix on the one day I am flying out of Dulles. By our five o'clock departure, they expect sleet and ice to join the one to three two to four inches of snow coating the wings of our airplane. Oddly enough, this is the same thing that happened the last time I ( Read more... )

The problem with a fuckup like A. is that his persistent awkwardness complicates the use of physical cues for the identification of grotesque levels of intoxication.

( But I suppose the slurring and racial epithets should have been a dead giveaway. )

It seems like every person in my life periodically experiences severe breaks with reality in one form or another. What I cannot figure out is if this is simply true of all people, or these happen to be the folks who gravitate toward me. Equally likely, I suppose, is the idea that I gravitate toward them, as I do have a habit of dismissing ( Read more... )

( Someone collapsed in the aisle during our flight to Vegas )

It was a remarkably exhausting day. Who knew betting on horse racing would take so much out of you? Actually, I think driving to West Virginia is what did it, that and the long, constant stream of abuse A. and I spouted regarding country folk stereotypes - making fun of accents, hand-printed signs, and junk farms swathed in Confederate flags. We ( Read more... )