The Beast is sleeping...
...but I am not.
Can't for some reason. Meh.
We came back from our trip to the frosty north yesterday. Bea freaked out for the first fifteen minutes on the plane - like, freaked out - but she went to sleep as soon as we took off. I was very worried there for a minute that we were going to be hated by the whole plane.
But we left that to the dude in front of us who called the woman sitting next to him (whom he did not know before fate seated them next to each other) "dumb" when she turned his empty can into the stewardess while he was in the bathroom because he no longer had a place to spit his chewing tobacco leavings. He may have been a liiiiiiiitle tipsy.
Classy.
Anyhoo, there will be pictures of the trip. And my mini-review of the new Risk. Coming soon.
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Looking forward to the pictures.
Re: the blog - I miss the penquins, but the new header looks great!
My apologies to Flight Attendants across the world. And above it.
I commute from New Jersey to New York via buses in and out of the lovely Port of Authority. Any time I take a bus home say, after 10pm, I find myself in a gaggle of tipsies. Oh, good times. A few weeks ago a woman started insulting me while we were waiting for the bus. The guy in front of me actually let me go ahead of him, because he felt bad for me and was giving me a little buffer. When she got off at her stop, she fell to the ground getting off the bus. If I were a less pleasant kind of person, I might have derived pleasure from such a sight.