Back to the Real World

Smartie and I just returned last night from our vacation in Las Vegas, so, for those of you wondering, that's why we've been so quiet. Because we were going down with family to celebrate my Grandmother's 85th birthday, we decided to go completely no access for the trip, and forgot to put up a goodbye.

Vegas is an interesting place to be in when you're a bit of a news junkie. I could tell you all about Barbaro's broken leg, but I haven't the foggiest idea what has been going on in the country for about a week. In some ways it was really quite relaxing.

It looks like our flight paths with Swiftee diverged after Vegas though, and good for him, since we were almost two hours late coming back to the Cities (Clint Black, I blame you and your cronies and their fancy planes). however, with flight delays, no computer, no news and the jammerjngling of many slot machines, I had a lot of time to think, and some of my more brilliant realizations follow:

Country music sucks. I will never forgive the cowboy hat crowd for ruining our night downtown (although that was a mean rendition of Devil Went Down to Georgia, but I'm not feeling generous enough to let that make up for everything), or for making me spend a good 6 hours trapped in a seat that was slowing being overtaken by the fat man with utter self-importance who though he needed to ooze into my space the entire flight.

On the bright side, I have come up with a plan to fund mass transit through corporations by selling the naming rights of the local light rail stops ("Lkae Street and Hiawatha stop, broought to you by Wells Fargo...."). Government folks reading this (and I know you do) feel free to put this through the legislation. I won't even ask that my name be put on it. For additional funds, put in video and show commercials, like they do on the monorail in Vegas. If you do, I promise to buy a Monster Sports Drink.

Anyway, good to see one old post could sustain you all for almost a week. Smartie and I will be sure to try that more often.